Willow Rosenberg: Buffy, I gotta tell ya. I get it, now. The Slayer thing really isn't about the violence. It's about the power.
[Evil Willow zaps Buffy to the floor with a bolt of dark energy]
Willow Rosenberg: And there's no one in the world who has the power to stop me now.
[Giles suddenly appears and zaps evil Willow from behind]
Rupert Giles: I'd like to test that theory.
[about to trade blows with evil Willow]
Buffy Summers: Are we really gonna do this?
Willow Rosenberg: Come on, this is a huge deal for me. Six years as a sideman, now I get to be the Slayer.
Buffy Summers: A killer isn't a Slayer. Being the Slayer means something you can't conceive of.
Willow Rosenberg: Oh, Buffy. You really need to have every square inch of your ass kicked.
Buffy Summers: Then show me what you got, and I'll show you what a Slayer really is.
Xander: Boys, if you don't knock it off, I will pull this car over and you can just walk to your painful deaths from here.
Anya: I care if you live or die, Xander. I'm just not sure which one I want.
Xander: Again with the comfort. Look, we both know things might get ugly at, uh, Wiccapalooza and if it gets really bad...
Anya: Let me guess: you'll propose?
Xander: I need to know if you're gonna turn on me, use this little shindig as an excuse for some sweet revenge.
Anya: There is nothing in this world that would give me greater or more lasting satisfaction than to reap bloody vengeance upon you, Xander Harris, but I can't. Not officially. Not magically. So, smile. It's your lucky day. You got away with it. I can't hurt you.
Xander: Right, 'cause you varnishing the table with Spike - how could that possibly have hurt? It may have chaffed...
Anya: That wasn't vengeance. It was solace.
Jonathan Levinson: I still can't believe that was Willow. I mean, I've known her almost as long as you guys. Willow was, you know - she packed her own lunches, and wore floods, and was always... just Willow.
[the car gets hit]
Jonathan Levinson: Geez it!
Andrew Wells: What was that?
Xander: Just Willow.
Buffy Summers: I don't wanna hurt you.
Willow Rosenberg: [punches Buffy across the room] Not a problem.
Buffy Summers: I said I didn't want to.
[rises and pushes Willow across the room]
Buffy Summers: I didn't say I wouldn't.
[a shirtless and shoeless Spike stands in an arena-like space in the African cave]
Cave Demon: You understand, then?
Spike: Yeah. Yeah, it's not like you haven't been clear about it, oh great mysterious one. This is a test. I don't get what I want unless I pass said test. That about the size and shape?
Cave Demon: Yes.
Spike: And since your pad is decked out gladiator style, and no number two pencils have been provided, I guess we're not starting with the written.
Xander: Hey, now, play nice fellas, or you'll break our concentration.
Anya: Which means, no protection spell.
Xander: And Willow will make you two boneless chickens skinless, too.
Andrew Wells: And then what? You think your little witch buddy's gonna stop with us? You saw her. She's a truck driving, magic mama! And we've got maybe seconds before Darth Rosenberg grinds everybody into Jawa burgers. And not one of you bunch has the midi-chlorians to stop her.
Xander: You've never had any tiny bit of sex, have you?
[fighting with Buffy who has her pinned to the floor]
Willow Rosenberg: Get off me superbitch!
Xander: I think I'm gonna be sick.
Buffy Summers: Xander, we don't have time to stop.
Xander: I know it's just... what happened back there. The sight... the sounds of it... the smell... Willow did that.
Buffy Summers: I know. That's why we have to keep moving. You heard what she said, "one down".
Anya: She was talking about two to go, right? Jonathan and... what's his face? That other guy...
Buffy Summers: Andrew. They're sitting at the county jail without a clue Willow's coming for them.
Xander: You don't think she's gonna kill them too? She wouldn't. It doesn't make sense. They're not the ones who killed Tara. Warren did that all by himself.
Buffy Summers: Willow's got an addictive personality. She just tasted blood. She could be there already!
Anya: No, she couldn't. A witch at her level... she can only go airborne. It's the thing you saw... it's more flashy, impresses the locals, but it does take longer.
Xander: Longer then what?
[in an instant, Anya disappears before them]
Xander: How...? Right... of course. I forgot. Vengeance demon. Well, at least Anya will get there first.
Buffy Summers: I'm counting the ways that can go wrong.
Xander: I'm not worried. Anya can handle herself.
Buffy Summers: Against a dark vengeful Willow? Tonight? Don't be too sure.
Xander: Speaking of going airborne, Willow could be coming down at some point. Back there I agree with you that she was out of her head. Running on grief and magics...
Buffy Summers: That doesn't matter! Willow just killed someone! Killing people changes you. Believe me, I know. Remember what went down with Faith three years ago? This could be a lot worse.
Xander: Well, need I remind you that Warren was a cold-blooded serial killer of women just getting warmed up. You ask me, I still say the bastard had it coming.
Buffy Summers: Maybe. Andrew and Jonathan don't
Anya: Listen to me. We have to get you two out of here or you'll both be killed. Guard!
Jonathan Levinson: What's going on?
Andrew Wells: Stop that! I don't trust her. Do you trust her? This is major uncool.
Jonathan Levinson: Anya, you're gonna have to break this down for us a little.
Anya: Warren shot Buffy. Warren shot Tara. Buffy's alive, Tara's dead. Willow found out and being the most powerful wicca in the western hemisphere decided to get payback... with interest.
Andrew Wells: Wh... what about Warren?
Anya: She killed him. Ripped him apart and bloodied up the forest doing it. Now she's coming here and the two of you are next.
Andrew Wells: Oh my God! Warren!
Jonathan Levinson: Oh my God! Me!