Buffy: "Uh, what about an announcement? People are gonna be expecting a wake after the burial
unless we say something."
Giles: "Um, well, we could put a, a line in the program expressing your mother's preference not to have one."
Willow: "There's no wake?"
Buffy: "Mom didn't like them. She said that potlucks are depressing enough as it is."
Dawn: "She said that? When?"
Buffy: "Uh, right before she went in for the operation. We had a talk about what she wanted... in case."
Buffy: "Can't believe he still hasn't called."
Xander: "Your dad's still AWOL, huh?"
Buffy: "The number he left for us in Spain is no good, and I've left messages everywhere."
Xander: "You going home?"
Willow: "I'm gonna stop by my mom's first. Been doing that a lot lately."
Xander: "Yeah. I actually might stop by your mom's too. Well, I'm not going to my place. Those people are scary."
Xander: "You actually think you're gonna score points with Buffy this way?"
Spike: "This isn't about Buffy."
Xander: "Bull. We're all hip to your doomed obsession."
Spike: "They're for Joyce."
Xander: "Like you care about her."
Willow: "Guys, guys, not here."
Spike: "Care? Joyce was the only one of the lot of you that I could stand."
Xander: "And she's the only one with a daughter you wanted to shag. I'm touched."
Spike: "I liked the lady. Understand, monkey boy? She was decent. She
didn't put on airs. She always had a nice cuppa for me. And she never treated me like a freak."
Xander: "Her mistake."
Spike: "Think what you want."
Xander: "Un... believable. The guy thinks he can put on a big show and con Buffy into being his sex monkey."
Willow: "Xander... He didn't leave a card."
Angel: "I'm sorry. I couldn't come sooner."
Willow: "Oh, Dawn. I wish I could... help more. The only thing is... it'll get better. I promise."
Dawn: "You don't know that."
Tara: "Sure she does. We're witches. We know stuff."
Dawn: "What? Life goes on, and I forget Mom? Is that what you're saying?"
Willow: "Not forget, no! I, you..."
Tara: "You make a place for her in your heart. It's sort of like she becomes a part of you. Does that make sense?"
Dawn: "You guys are witches... and you do... magic and... stuff."
Willow: "You want us to teach you something? Uh, like a-a glamour, or, or, I could... make a stuffed animal dance."
Dawn: "I wanna do a spell. I wanna bring Mom back."
Anya: "Mm. That was different."
Xander: "Yeah. It was more... intense."
Anya: "It's because of Joyce."
Xander: "Right. Huh?"
Anya: "Well, she got me thinking... about... how people die all the time, and... how they get born too, and how
you kind of need one so you can have the other. When I think about it that way, it... makes death a little less sad,
and... sex a little more exciting."
Xander: "Again I say, huh?"
Anya: "Well, I just think I understand sex more now. It's not just about two bodies smooshing together. It's
about life. It's about making life."
Xander: "Right, when... two people are much older, and... way richer, and far less stupid."
Anya: "Breathe. You're turning colors. I'm not ready to make life with you, but I could.
We could. Life could come out of our love and our smooshing, and that's beautiful.
It all makes me feel like I'm part of something bigger. Like I'm more awake somehow. You know?"
Xander: "Yeah, I do."
Tara: "Of course you wanna bring your mother back, and... I wish we could, but it's not
Dawn: "Why? You guys do magic for all kinds of things."
Willow: "We do, but..."
Tara: "This is different. Magic can't be used to alter the natural order of things."
Dawn: "But all you do is mess with the natural order of things. You, you make things float, a-and disappear, and-"
Tara: "But we don't mess with life and death. Dawn, I know how bad you hurt."
Dawn: "You don't. They put her in the ground."
Tara: "They did, and it's awful and unfair, but this isn't the way."
Willow: "I'm not even sure it's possible, Dawn. I mean, I've... seen things on resurrection, but... there's books
and stuff... but I guess... the spells... backfire?"
Tara: "That's not the point."
Willow: "That's not the point. The, the point is it's bad... because..."
Tara: "Because witches can't be allowed to alter the fabric of life for selfish reasons. Wiccans took an oath a long
time ago to honor that."
Dawn: "So it's possible... to bring someone back? They wouldn't have taken an oath if thy didn't know they
could do it."
Tara: "Maybe they could, but we can't."
Buffy: "The funeral was... it was brutal, but it's tomorrow that I'm worried about."
Angel: "What's tomorrow?"
Buffy: "That's exactly what I don't know. Up until now, I... I've had a road map. Things to do every minute,
having to do with Mom."
Angel: "Tomorrow the stuff of everyday living resumes."
Buffy: "And everybody expects me to know how to do it, because... I'm so strong."
Angel: "You just need some time. I'm sure everybody understands that."
Buffy: "Time's not the issue. I can stick wood in vampires... but Mom was the strong one in real life. She
always knew how to make things better... just what to say."
Angel: "Yeah ... you'll find your way. I mean, not all at once, but..."
Buffy: "I don't know. I keep thinking about it... when I found her. If I had just gotten there
ten minutes earlier..."
Angel: "You said they told you it wouldn't have made a difference."
Buffy: "They said... 'probably'... wouldn't have made a difference. The exact thing they said... was
'probably.' I haven't told that to anyone."
Angel: "Doesn't make it your fault. You couldn't have done anything different.
Buffy: "I didn't even start CPR until they told me. I fell apart. That's how good I am at being a
Buffy: "And it'd be okay if it was just me I had to worry about. But Dawn..."
Angel: "Look, it's okay. I know you don't feel like it now, but you are strong, Buffy. You're gonna figure this
out. And you have people to help you. You don't have to do this alone."
Buffy: "It's gonna be light soon."
Angel: "I can stay in town as long as you want me."
Buffy: "How's forever? Does forever work for you? That's a bad idea. I'm seriously needy right now."
Angel: "Let me worry about the neediness. I can handle it. "
Buffy: "I told you. You better go."
Angel: "I'm sorry."
Buffy: "No. I'm so grateful that you came, Angel. I didn't think I was gonna be able to make it through
Angel: "Well, we still have a few more minutes until I have to go."
Buffy: "Good. Good."
Ben: "Tell my sister I'm sick of running into her Jawa rejects."
Jinx: "She... bade me come to you. The news of your relationship with the Slayer-"
Ben: "We don't have a relationship."
Jinx: "But... you attempted to court her, did you not?"
Ben: "You're more fun when I hit you."
Ben: "When I said it's innocent, I didn't mean that the key is... it's not a person."
Jinx: "Of course not."
Ben: "You're gonna run and tell her, aren't you? Do you understand what's going to happen if she finds the key?
How many people are going to die?"
Jinx: "Please, I heard nothing."
Ben: "I can't let that happen. Don't you see? I can't."
Giles: "You don't have to do that, Dawn, just, just relax."
Anya: "Yes, sit down. We have some very amusing chicken feet you can play with."
Dawn: "That's okay."
Anya: "Don't you watch television? I thought all children despise effort and enjoy cartoons."
Dawn: "Um, I like being useful. It keeps my mind off things."
Giles: "Then useful you shall be. I can always use a hand."
Anya: "But you have a hand. A paid hand. A hand that isn't the hand of illegal child labor."
Anya: "But of course, it's wonderful that you find doing my job so distracting. I am unthreatened. Proceed."
Giles: "Oh, um, well, if you like, uh, I could teach you how to... work the cash register, you can ring up sales."
Anya: "Ring up sales? With the money? She gets to fondle the money?"
Spike: "I hope it's just dirt you're after. If the spell calls for anything more than that, you're into zombie territory, and that's bad news."
Dawn: "Spike, I-I wasn't..."
Spike: "I know good and well what you're up to. That book you've got is infamous."
Dawn: "Please... don't tell Buffy. I just... I have to get her back. I have to."
Spike: "I'm not gonna tell, little bit. I'm gonna help."
Spike: "I've never used this bloke's services myself, but there's talk. Word is he knows everything there is to
know about resurrection spells. Come on now, no worries."
Dawn: "You don't have to be all nice to me. I know why you're doing this."
Spike: "Do you now? Enlighten me."
Dawn: "Spike, I'm not stupid. You're, like, stalking my sister. You'd do anything to get
in good with her."
Spike: "Buffy never hears about this, okay? Found out what I was doing, she'd drive a
redwood through my chest."
Dawn: "Then, if you don't want credit, why are you helping me?"
Spike: "I just don't like to see Summers women take it so hard on the chin, is all.
And I'm dead serious. You breathe a word of this to Buffy, I'll see to it that you end
up in the ground. Got it?"
Dawn: "Yeah. Got it."
Doc: "I know you."
Spike: "I don't think so, mate."
Doc: "No, no, you're that guy, that, that guy, hangs around down at the corner mart. Big
into dominoes, aren't you?"
Spike: "Can't say as I am. Look, we came here because-"
Doc: "That's crazy, isn't it? I mean, I, I, I'd swear, you were that guy. I mean, your hair's a
different color and you're a vampire, but uh, other than that..."
Doc: "Oh. Anything goes wrong, the only way to reverse the spell... is to destroy the image of your mother,
Dawn: "I'll do it right."
Doc: "It's a tricky spell, girl. I can't say for sure your mother will come back exactly like she was.
Sometimes these... things... get a little off."
Dawn: "But she'll still be my mother. Won't she?"
Doc: "More or less."
Spike: "Well, at least we know the old coot isn't completely daft. Look, you better let me snatch this egg thing on my own."
Dawn: "No way. I'm going."
Spike: "No... you are not. I've got no idea what's down there."
Dawn: "You need me, Spike. Somebody's gotta get the egg while you distract the ghora. Now come on."
Spike: "Well, what do you know. Bitty Buffy."
Willow: "What did I have for breakfast this morning? Do you remember?"
Willow: "I-I wanna say bagel, but I think that was yesterday. You had two eggs sunny-side-up. I
remember 'cause they were wiggling at me like little boobs."
Tara: "Sassy eggs. What are you writing this for?"
Willow: "My journal."
Tara: "That's new."
Willow: "Yeah. I-I figured, life goes by so fast, if you don't write stuff down it just gets... lost. And I wanna
Tara: "Down to every last bagel."
Willow: "Down to every last everything I do with you."
Buffy: "You have no idea what you're messing with. Who knows what you actually raised, what's gonna come
through that door!"
Dawn: "No, I-I know. It'll be her."
Buffy: "No. Now, Tara told me that these spells go bad all the time. People come back... wrong."
Dawn: "I'm not like you, Buffy. I don't have anybody."
Buffy: "What?! Of course you do. You have me!"
Dawn: "No, I don't. You won't even look at me. It's so obvious you don't want me around."
Buffy: "That's not true."
Dawn: "Yes it is. Mom... died, and it's like you don't even care."
Buffy: "Of course I care. How can you even think that?"
Dawn: "How can I not? You haven't even cried. You've just been running around like it's been some big chore
or something. Cleaning up after Mom's mess."
Buffy: "Dawn... I've been... working. I've been busy, because I have to-"
Dawn: "No! You've been avoiding me."
Buffy: "I'm not!... I have to do these things, 'cause... 'cause when I stop, then she's really gone. And
I'm trying. Dawn, I am, I am really trying to take care of things, but I don't even know what I'm
doing. Mom always knew."
Dawn: "Nobody's asking you to be Mom."
Buffy: "Well, who's gonna be if I'm not? Huh, Dawn? Have you even thought about that? Who's gonna make
things better? Who's gonna take care of us?"
Buffy: "I didn't mean to push you away, I didn't. I just, I couldn't let you see me."