THE FIRST/BUFFY: “Into every generation a Slayer is born. One girl in all the world. She alone will have the strength and skill to…” There’s that word again. What you are. How you’ll die. Alone. (silence) Where’s your snappy comeback?

BUFFY: Faith, you don't get it. You *killed* a man.

FAITH: No, *you* don't get it. I don't care!

MASTER: You tried. It was noble of you. You heard the prophecy that I was about to break free and you came to stop me. But prophecies are tricky creatures. They don't tell you everything. You're the one that sets me free! If you hadn't come, I couldn't go. Think about that!

DARLA: I made him. There was a time when we shared everything, wasn't there Angelus? You had a chance to come home, to rule with me in the Master's court for a thousand years, but you threw that away because of her. You love someone who hates us. You're sick. And you'll always be sick. And you'll always remember what it was like to watch her die.

ANGELUS: I know how it feels—forced to be someone you're not. Hurts to the bone. You try to bury the pain, but you can't get the hole deep enough, can you? No matter how much you dig, it's still there. Broken shards stabbing every time you breathe, cutting you up inside. You know, there's only one way to make the pain stop. Hurt someone else.

DRUSILLA: My mummy used to sing me to sleep at night. Run and catch / The lamb is caught in the blackberry patch... She had the sweetest voice. What will your mummy sing when they find your body?

SPIKE: (v.o.) And the thing about the dance is, you never get to stop.

SPIKE: (to Buffy) Every day you wake up, it's the same bloody question that haunts you: is today the day I die?

SPIKE: (v.o.) Death is on your heels, baby, and sooner or later it's gonna catch you.

SPIKE: (to Buffy) And part of you wants it... not only to stop the fear and uncertainty, but because you're just a little bit in love with it.

SPIKE: Death is your art. You make it with your hands, day after day. That final gasp. That look of peace. Part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. Every Slayer... has a death wish.

SPIKE: (to Buffy) Even you.

SPIKE: The only reason you've lasted as long as you have is you've got ties to the world... your mum, your brat kid sister, the Scoobies. They all tie you here but you're just putting off the inevitable. Sooner or later, you're gonna want it. And the second- the second- that happens...

(Spike claps his hands together inches from Buffy's face.)

SPIKE: You know I'll be there. I'll slip in... have myself a real good day.

DRACULA: All those years fighting us. Your power so near to our own... ...and you've never once wanted to know what it is that we fight for? Never even a taste?

BUFFY: (looks conflicted) If I drink that-

DRACULA: I have not drunk enough for you to change. You must be near death to become one of us. And that comes only when you plead for it.

BUFFY: (staring at his wrist) I'm not hungry.

DRACULA: No. Your craving goes deeper than that.

DRACULA: (whispering) You think you know ... what you are ... what's to come. You haven't even begun... Find it. The darkness. Find your true nature.

WILLOW: Wanna know what a bullet feels like, Warren? A real one? It's not like in the comics.
WARREN: No. No.
WILLOW: I think you need to. Feel it.

WARREN: Oh god! Stop it!
WILLOW: It's not going to make a neat little hole. First, it'll obliterate your internal organs. Your lung will collapse. Feels like drowning.
WARREN: Please! No.

WILLOW: When it finally hits your spine, it'll blow your central nervous system.
WARREN: Oh please, stop, god! Please-
WILLOW: I'm talking!

WILLOW: The pain will be unbearable, but you won't be able to move. Bullet usually travels faster than this, of course. But the dying? It'll seem like it takes forever.

WILLOW: Something, isn't it? One tiny piece of metal destroys everything. It ripped her insides out ... took her light away. From me. From the world.

WILLOW: Now the one person who should be here is gone ... and a waste like you gets to live.

WILLOW: Tiny piece of metal. Can you feel it now?

ADAM: I have a gift no man has. No demon has ever had. I know why I'm here. I was created to kill. To extinguish life wherever I find it. And I have accepted that responsibility. You have lived in fear and desperation because you didn't have that gift. But it's time to face your fear.

MAYOR: So, this is the inner sanctum. Faith tells me this is where you folks like to hang out, concoct your little schemes. I tell you, it's just nice to see that some young people are still interested in reading in this modern era. So, what are kids reading nowadays? (picks up a book and reads) "The beast will walk upon the earth and darkness will follow. The several races of man will be as one in their terror and destruction." Aw, that's kind of sweet. Different races coming together.

BUFFY: You never get even a little tired of hearing yourself speak, do you?

MAYOR: (chuckles, to Giles) That's one spunky little girl you've raised. I'm gonna eat her.

WARREN: I think we have a lot to feel good about. We got the money. We got the lair. And our one loose end has been taken care of ... by the Slayer. (test flame thrower) Flamethrower's up.

ANDREW: Periscope's working. It looks like your mom's weeding tulips again.

JONATHAN: Action figures? Fully deployed.

ANDREW: I still can't believe it. We did it! We can do anything. We could stay up all night if we wanna.

WARREN: Whoa, whoa, whoa don't get all crazy on us, Andrew.

ANDREW: I was only saying.

JONATHAN: What are we gonna do about Buffy? You know sooner or later, the Slayer's gotta come after us.

ANDREW: Bring her on.

WARREN: We could, uh, we could hypnotize her.

ANDREW: Make her our willing sex bunny.

JONATHAN: I'm putting that on the list!

ANDREW: Is this the life or what?

WARREN: Mm.

ANDREW: I mean, here we got all the stuff we ever wanted... and we didn't even have to...

WARREN: Earn it?

ANDREW: Exactamundo.

JONATHAN: It's true, my friends. The way I see it ... life is like an interstellar journey. Some people go into hypersleep and travel at sub-light speeds... ...only to get where they're going after years of struggle, toil and hard, hard work. We, on the other hand ...

ANDREW: Blast through the space-time continuum in a wormhole?

JONATHAN: Gentlemen ... crime is our wormhole.

ANDREW: But ... everyone knows... if the width of a wormhole cavity is a whole number of wavelengths, plus a fraction of that wavelength? The coinciding particle activity collapses the infrastructure.

WARREN: Dude. Don't be a geek