Willow: Tell me a story.

Tara: Okay. Once upon a time, there was, um ... a kitty. She was very little, and she was all alone, and nobody wanted her.

Willow: This is a very upsetting story.

Anya: Well, at first it was confusing. Just the idea of computers was like...whoa. I'm eleven hundred years old; I had trouble adjusting to the idea of Lutherans.

Tara: I go online sometimes,... more

Giles: I was trying to avoid a scene, really.

Willow: Like we'd make a scene.

Giles: Not you. Me.

Anya: Um, we, uh, brought you some lovely parting gifts. (hands him a snack cake) It's... more

Best birthday.

Willow: What did I have for breakfast this morning? Do you remember?

Tara: Huh?

Willow: I-I wanna say bagel, but I think that was yesterday. You had two eggs sunny side up. I remember because... more

Tara: So Spike! How's that muscle cramp?
Spike: What? Oh... uh... yeah. Better.
Tara: [smirking] Maybe you should put some ice on it.

You think you know. What's to come, what you are? You haven't even begun.

She practically had 'genuine molded plastic' stamped on her ass.... Just trying a little spicy talk.

Anya: Um, we, uh, brought you some lovely parting gifts. [Hands him a snack cake] It's American. Get it? Apple pie? To remind you of all the good food you won't be eating.

Tara: And a... more

Willow: Aw, you got butterflies, baby?

Tara: More like bats.

Anya: You wanna look at the money? I find it always calms me.