ANYA: You make a very pretty little girl!

WILLOW: Not even a card, huh?
BUFFY: I wasn't really expecting one. No contact with civilians. There's probably a ... code name for it. You know, like radio silence, it's "greeting card silence."
WILLOW: Sorry.
BUFFY: Maybe it's time to start a new tradition. Birthdays without boyfriends. It could be just as much fun.
WILLOW: Preaching to the choir here, baby.

ANYA: Oh, it's just so lovely! Oh, I wish it was mine!
ANYA: Oh, like you weren't all thinking the same thing.
GILES: I'm fairly certain I wasn't. (whispers to Xander) I've got one just like it.

GILES: I'm not sure our regular workout is ... challenging you any more. Perhaps we should make it harder.
BUFFY: You always think harder is better. Maybe next time I patrol I should carry a load of bricks, use a stake made of butter.
GILES: Very amusing.

BUFFY: Are you okay? Did she hurt you?
DAWN: Why do you care?
BUFFY: Because I love you. You're my sister.
DAWN: No I'm not.
BUFFY: Yes you are. Look, it's blood. It's Summers blood.

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