SPIKE: Brown-robe types are always protecting something. It's the only way they can justify giving up girls.

WILLOW: Teleportation spell. Still working out the kinks.
BUFFY: Where'd you send her?
WILLOW: Don't know. That's one of the kinks.

GLORY: Okay. Small talk over. I'm in a bit of a crunch here, so let's cut right to the ooey gooey center. Your sister, the Slayer, has my key. It's mine, I want it. Do you know where she squirreled it away? There's ice cream and puppydogs in it for you if you start singin'.

ANYA: You make a very pretty little girl!

BUFFY: Get away from my sister.
GLORY: Hey, we were just talking about you.
BUFFY: Conversation's over, hell-bitch.

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