- Cordelia Chase: I came over here to tell Buffy to stop this craziness and found you all unconscious... again. How many times have you been knocked out, anyway? I swear, one of these times, you're gonna wake up in a coma.
- Rupert Giles: We need to save Buffy from Hansel and Gretel.
- Cordelia Chase: Now, let's be clear. The brain damage happened before I hit you.
- Xander Harris: Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm still spinning on this whole "fairy tales are real" thing.
- Oz: So what do we do?
- Xander Harris: I don't know about you, but I'm gonna go trade my cow in for some beans.
- Buffy Summers: Like the kid in the story, the boy that stuck his finger in the duck.
- Angel: Dike... it's another word for dam.
- Buffy Summers: Oh... Okay, that story makes a lot more sense now.
- Angel: Buffy, you know, I'm still figuring things out. There's a lot I don't understand... But I do know it's important to keep fighting. I learned that from you.
- Buffy Summers: But we never...
- Angel: We never win.
- Buffy Summers: Not completely.
- Angel: We never will. That's not why we fight. We do it 'cause there's things worth fighting for. Those kids. Their parents...
- Buffy Summers: Their parents.
- Angel: Look, I know it's not much.
- Buffy Summers: No... No, it's a lot.
- Rupert Giles: There is a fringe theory held by a few folklorists that some regional stories have actual, um, very literal antecedents.
- Buffy Summers: And in some language that's English?
- Oz: Fairy tales are real.
- Buffy Summers: Hans and Gre... Hansel and Gretel?
- Xander Harris: Wait. Hansel and Gretel? Bread crumbs, ovens, gingerbread house?
- Rupert Giles: Of course... Well, it makes sense now.
- Buffy Summers: Yeah, it's all falling into place. Of course, that place is nowhere near this place.
- Rupert Giles: Some demons thrive by fostering hatred and-and, uh, persecution amongst the mortal animals. Not by-Not by destroying men, but by watching men destroy each other. Now, they feed us our darkest fear and turn peaceful communities into vigilantes.
- Buffy Summers: Hansel and Gretel run home to tell everyone about the mean old witch.
- Rupert Giles: And then she and probably dozens of others are persecuted by a righteous mob. It's happened all throughout history. Happened in Salem, not surprisingly.
- [about to light their children on fire]
- Joyce Summers: We should stay close, have lunch.
- Sheila Rosenberg: Oh, I'd like that. How nice.
- Cordelia Chase: You're going to be one busy little Slayer, baby-sitting them.
- Buffy Summers: I doubt they'll have any more trouble.
- Cordelia Chase: I doubt your doubt. Everyone knows that witches killed those kids, and Amy is a witch. And Michael is whatever the boy of witch is, plus being the poster child for *yuck*.
- Buffy Summers: Corde...
- Cordelia Chase: If you hang with them, expect badness. 'Cause that's what you get when you hang with freaks and losers. Believe me, I know.
- [starts to walk away]
- Cordelia Chase: That was a pointed comment about me hanging with you guys.
- Xander Harris: Look, everyone expects me to mess up again. Like Oz. I see how he is around me. You know, that steely gaze, that pointed silence.
- Buffy Summers: 'Cause he's usually such a chatterbox.
- Xander Harris: No, but it's different now. It's more a verbal nonverbal. He speaks volumes with his eyes.
- Cordelia Chase: [to Giles] God, you really were the little youthful offender, weren't you? You must just look back on that and cringe.
- Rupert Giles: They're confiscating my books.
- Buffy Summers: Giles, we need those books.
- Rupert Giles: Believe me, I've tried to tell that to the nice man with the big gun.
- Sheila Rosenberg: Willow, you cut off your hair... Huh. That's a new look.
- Willow Rosenberg: Yeah, it's just a sudden whim I had... in August.
- [last lines]
- Buffy Summers: Okay, should we try this again?
- Willow Rosenberg: Let's do it. I think we got the mix of herbs right this time.
- Buffy Summers: Okay. Ready?
- [lights the incense]
- Willow Rosenberg: [incanting] Diana, Hecate, I hereby license thee to depart. Goddess of creatures great and small, I conjure thee to withdraw.
- [they both look at the Amy-rat but nothing happens]
- Buffy Summers: Maybe we should get her one of those wheel thingies.
- [Principal Synder and the police are raiding the students lockers]
- Xander Harris: Aw, man, it's Nazi Germany, and I've got Playboys in my locker.
- Willow Rosenberg: [threatening to use magic] You've seen what we can do. Another step and you will all feel my power.
- Buffy Summers: What are you gonna do, float a pencil at them?
- Oz: [to Willow] I haven't seen you all day. Where you been?
- Xander Harris: Not with me. No, sir. Ask anyone... No.
- Amy Madison: All right! You wanna fry a witch? I'll give you a witch! Goddess Hecate, work thy will.
- Buffy Summers: Uh-oh.
- Amy Madison: Before thee let the unclean thing crawl!
- [Amy turns herself into a rat]
- [first lines]
- Joyce Summers: [entering] Is it a vampire?
- Buffy Summers: Mom, what are you doing here?
- Joyce Summers: I brought you a snack... I thought it was about time for me to come out and watch. Yo-You know, the slaying.
- Buffy Summers: You know, the slaying is kind of an alone thing.
- Joyce Summers: But it's such a big part of your life, and I'd like to understand it. It's some, you know, something we could share.
- Buffy Summers: A-Actually, it's pretty dull, you know. It's... bam boom stick... poof.
- Joyce Summers: Are you embarrassed to be hanging out with your mother? I didn't hug you.
- Buffy Summers: No. It's just... This hall is about school, and you're about home. Mix them, my world dissolves.
- Oz: Take heart. We found your books.
- Xander Harris: You can put the heart back. We can't get 'em. They're locked up in City Hall.
- Buffy Summers: Then while you're looking for the meaning of that symbol thingy, could you also find a loophole in that "Slayers don't kill people" rule?
- Joyce Summers: Mr. Mayor... you're dead wrong... This is *not* a good town. How many of us have-have lost someone who-who just disappeared...? Or-Or got skinned? Or suffered neck rupture? And how many of us have been too afraid to speak out? I-I was supposed to lead us in a moment of silence, but, silence is this town's disease. For too long we-we've been plagued by unnatural evils. This isn't our town anymore. It belongs to the monsters and-and the witches and the Slayers.
- Willow Rosenberg: I worship Beelzebub. I do his biddings. Do you see any goats around? No, because I sacrificed them.
- Sheila Rosenberg: Willow, please!
- Willow Rosenberg: All bow before Satan!
- Sheila Rosenberg: I'm not listening to this.
- Willow Rosenberg: Prince of Night, I summon you. Come fill me with your black, naughty evil.
- Sheila Rosenberg: That's enough! Is that clear? Now, you will go to your room and stay there until I say otherwise. And we're gonna make some changes. I don't want you hanging out with those friends of yours. It's clear where this little obsession came from. You will not speak to Bunny Summers again.