Xander: "Ow! Thumb. Necessary opposable thumb."
Riley: "Sorry. Crybaby."

Anya: "But we just helped her move the stuff in a few days ago.  And it was fun!"
Giles: "People help each other out, Anya. One of our strange customs."
Buffy: "Giles, I noticed you're doing the smallest amount of helping that can actually be called helping."
Giles: "Well, I saw myself in more of a patriarchal sort of role. You know, lots of pointing and scowling. You two, stop that."
Riley: "He started it!"
Xander: "He called me a bad name. I think it was bad. It might have been Latin."

Anya: "Thank you for coming. We value your patronage. Please come again for more purchases!"
Giles: "Could we perhaps be a little less effusive, Anya? We don't want to frighten the people."
Anya: "I'm just so excited. They come in, I help them, they give us money in exchange for goods, you give me money for working for you. I have a place in the world now. I'm part of the system. I'm a workin' gal."
Giles: "Yes. Well, why don't you start organizing the shipping orders?"
Anya: "Oh, no, that's boring. I just want to do the money parts."

Giles: "Come up with anything yet?"
Xander: "Well, candles maybe, or bath oils of some kind."
Buffy: "I saw a really cute sweater at Bloomies, but I think I want me to have it."
Giles: "And you are talking about what on earth?"
Buffy: "Tara's birthday. We're at a loss."
Giles: "You're in a magic shop, and you can't think what Tara would like. I believe you're both profoundly stupid."

Dawn: "I'm going to Melinda's for dinner."
Buffy: "Since when?"
Dawn: "Nowish."
Buffy: "You can't. It's not safe for you to walk there."
Dawn: "It's across the street."

Buffy: "You want to take Tara out of here against her will, you gotta come through me."
Dawn: "And me."
Mr. McClay: "Is this a joke? I'm not gonna be threatened by two little girls."
Dawn: "You don't want to mess with us."
Buffy: "She's a hair-puller."
Giles: "And... you're not just dealing with two little girls."
Xander: "You're dealing with all of us."
Spike: "'Cept me."
Xander: "'Cept Spike."
Spike: "I don't care what happens."

Mr. McClay: "We are her blood kin. Who the hell are you?"
Buffy: "We're family."

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