Anya: "Oooh, snacks! The secret to any successful migration. (pulling frying pan and Spam from her bag) Who's up for some tasty fried meat products?"

Dawn: "At least things can't get any crazier, right?"
(crossbow bolt thunks into wall)
Buffy: "You know this is your fault for saying that."

Tara: "Horsies!"
Willow: "Tara!"
Giles: "Weapons?"
Spike: "Hello! You're driving one!"
Willow: "Don't hit the horsies!"
Buffy: (to Willow) "We won't!" (to Giles) "Aim for the horsies."

Giles: "What you did was necessary. What I've always admired."
Buffy: "Running away?"
Giles: "Being able to put your heart above all else. I'm so proud of you. You've come so far. You're everything a Watcher... you're everything I could have hoped for."

Willow: "Come on, Tara! You have to eat something."
Anya: "Want me to try?"
Willow: "I don't know. I'm getting used to picking fruit out of my hair."