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Lessons Quotes
Lessons Quotes

Buffy: So… who's got the power, Dawn?
Dawn: Well, I've got the stake.
Buffy: The stake is not the power.
Dawn: But he's new. He doesn't know his strength. He might not know all those fancy martial arts skills they inevitably seem to pick up.
Buffy: Who's got the power?
Dawn: He does.

Buffy: Never forget it. It doesn't matter how well-prepped you are or well-armed you are. You're a little girl.
Dawn: Woman.
Buffy: Little woman.
Dawn: I'm taller than you!
Buffy: He's a vampire, okay? Demon. Preternaturally strong, skilled with powers no human could possibly ever—
Vampire: Excuse me… I think I'm stuck.

Buffy: It's real. It's the only lesson, Dawn. It's always real. Let me see.
Dawn: It's nothing. It's just a scrape. Plus, I had a plan the whole time.
Buffy: Really?
Dawn: Yeah, I planned to get killed, come back as a vampire, and bite you.

Giles: That doesn't belong there.
Willow: No, it doesn't.
Giles: That's the flora kua-ulaya. Native of Paraguay if my botany serves.
Willow: Is there anything you don't know everything about?
Giles: Synchronized swimming. Complete mystery to me. Yes, Paraguayan. Where does it come from?
Willow: Paraguay.
Giles: You brought it through the earth?
Willow: It's all connected. The root system, the molecules, the energy. Everything's connected.

Giles: It's all right. I think she was just—
Willow: Afraid? Yeah. They all are. The coven is… they're the most amazing women I've ever met. But there's this look that they get. Like I'm going to turn them all into bangers and mash or something. Which I'm not even really sure what that is.
Giles: They're cautious. I trust you understand that.
Willow: I don't have that much power, I don't think.
Giles: Everything is connected. You're connected to a great power, whether you feel it or not.
Willow: Well, you should just take it from me.
Giles: You know we can't. This isn't a hobby or an addiction. It's inside you now, this magick. You're responsible for it.
Willow: Will they always be afraid of me?
Giles: Maybe. Can you handle it?
Willow: I deserve a lot worse. I killed people, Giles.
Giles: I've not forgotten.
Willow: When you brought me here, I thought it was to kill me. Or to lock me in some mystical dungeon for all eternity here, with the torture. Instead you go all Dumbledore on me. I'm learning about magick, all about energy and Gaia and root systems.
Giles: Do you want to be punished?
Willow: I want to be Willow.
Giles: You are. In the end, we all are who we are, no matter how much we may appear to have changed.

Buffy: Dawn! Xander's here.
Dawn: Just a minute.
Buffy: You're going to be late.
Dawn: I'm comfortable with that.
Xander: Good morning.
Buffy: You've got to eat something! I made cereal!
Dawn: Okay!
Buffy: You're unconscionably spiffy.
Xander: Client meeting. How exactly do you make cereal?
Buffy: Ah. You put the box near the milk. I saw it on the Food Channel. You want something?
Xander: I ate. I'm good. How are you?
Buffy: My sister's about to go to the same high school that tried to kill me for three years. I can't change districts, I can't afford private school, and I can't begin to prepare for what could possibly come out of there. So… peachy with a side of keen, that would be me.

Dawn: Hey. Check out Double-O Xander.
Buffy: Go. Talk with your mouth full.

Xander: I managed to scare up the plans from the old high school. You remember the very center of Sunnydale's own Hellmouth?
Buffy: It's under the library.
Xander: Right. So I lined up the plans, new and old, and right exactly where the library was… we now have…
Buffy: Principal's office.
Dawn: So the principal's evil?
Buffy: Or in a boatload of danger.
Xander: Well, the last two principals were eaten. Who'd even apply for that job?
Buffy: I guess we'll see. Oh, we have to leave, though. Do you have everything? Books? Lunch? Stakes?

Buffy: Now remember, if you see anything strange or, you know… dead.
Dawn: I got it.
Buffy: And stay away from hyena people or any lizardy-type athletes. Or if you see anyone that's invisible—
Dawn: Hey, Buffy, I think it's pretty safe to say I'm not going to see anybody that's invisible.
Buffy: You know, you could still drop out. Only nerds finish high school.
Dawn: You know, I don't really think it's fair for you to try and scare me on my first day of high school… 'cause it is so redundant.
Buffy: This place is evil.
Principal Wood: Tough to let 'em go, huh?

Buffy: So you're the new principal. I expected you to be more… aged.
Principal Wood: You seem a bit young to have such a grown-up daughter.
Buffy: No! Uh, no. Sister.
Principal Wood: Oh, right. Of course.
Buffy: You didn't really think she's my… it's my hair. I have mom hair.

Buffy: Oh, Dawn—
Dawn: I know! You never know what's coming, the stake is not the power, To Serve Man is a cookbook. I love you. Go away!

Dawn: I love to dance. I like music. I'm very into Britney Spears' early work before she sold out, so mostly her finger painting and macaroni art. Very underrated. Favorite activities include not ever having to do this again and—
Buffy: Dawn!
Dawn: What?
Buffy: We have to go. It's not safe.
Dawn: But…
Buffy: We… I mean, I saw…
Mr. Lonegrin: Can I help you?
Buffy: No. I… Dawn, I just thought you were in danger… of smoking. I'll be around.
Dawn: I also have a sister.

Halfrek: Listen, Anya. I know I've always been a little competitive with you. I mean, there was that thing in the Crimean War. We laugh about it now but the fact is I've actually always looked up to you. You were the single most hard-core vengeance demon on the roster and everybody knew it. Do I have to mention Mrs. Cholgosh?
Anya: Hmm. Good times.
Halfrek: And then you lost your powers. It happens. And you fell for this Xander guy.
Anya: It was a glitch. A summer thing. I am so back in the vengeance fold.
Halfrek: No deaths, no eviscerations. You're not goading women into anything inventive and you're not delivering when it is.
Anya: I don't even know—
Halfrek: Waitress downtown. Wished her husband was a frog. You made him French!
Anya: He's smelly! And with a little mustache, he—
Halfrek: Listen, Anya, if it was just me—
Anya: What do you mean if it was just you?
Halfrek: D'Hoffryn, the Lower Beings… they're all feeling the heat. Something's rising— something older than the Old Ones— and everybody's tail is twitching. This is a bad time to be a good guy.
Anya: What is this, an intervention? Shouldn't all my demon friends be here?
Halfrek: Sweetie… they are.

Xander: So how's it looking? Does the place pass inspection?
Buffy: Oh, it's great… if you're a zombie ghost thing.
Xander: So school's back in session, huh?
Buffy: Seems like old times.

Xander: No damage, though?
Buffy: I think I may have destroyed Dawn's social life in all of about thirty seconds but apart from that, no.
Xander: Ah, being popular isn't so great. Or so I've read in books.

Willow: What happened?
Giles: What do you remember?
Willow: We were talking. And I felt— I felt the earth. It's all connected, it is. But it's not all good and pure and rootsy. There's deep…deep black. I saw… I saw the earth, Giles. I saw its teeth.
Giles: The Hellmouth.
Willow: It's going to open. It's going to swallow us all.

Principal Wood: The school board recommended I spend a little time reading your record. It's… quite a page-turner. Kind of a checkered past.
Buffy: More like a plaid. Kind of a clan tartan of badness, really. But there were factors.

Prinicipal Wood: Well, it's clear your sister looks up to you, which I think is great—
Buffy: No, she's much, much worse than me. Trouble Maker. Expulsion is really the only way to go. Or you could suspend her for three years.
Prinicipal Wood: Well, how about we give her a chance first? Just as long as she keeps her grades up and—
Buffy: Excuse me. Yeah? Sorry. My dog… dog walker. They're really dead?
Prinicipal Wood: Oh, my god…
Buffy: No. I'll be right there.
Prinicipal Wood: Your dogs are dead?

Buffy: Sorry about that. I… I have to…
Prinicipal Wood: Yeah, of course. And good luck with that… dog tragedy.

Buffy: They'll probably show up in a sec.
Spike: Nobody comes in here. It's just the three of us.
Buffy: Spike, have you seen Dawn? She came down here with some kids.
Spike: Don't you think I'm trying! I'm not fast, not a quick study. I dropped my board in the water and the chalk all ran. Sure to be caned. Should've seen that coming.

Buffy: You guys are going to be okay. School's intense but you'll do all right as long as you're careful. And you might want to think about sticking together.
Kit: Thank you.
Carlos: Yeah, I mean it. You are the coolest mom ever!

Principal Wood: Curiouser and curiouser.
Buffy: What is?
Principal Wood: Carlos Trejo and Kit Holburn, right? Possibly the only two students in this school whose files are as thick as yours was.
Buffy: You really did your homework, didn't you?
Principal Wood: Well, I was looking for one or both of them to actually implode in a fearsome way right before midterms but now I see that you got 'em socializing and hugging and actually— if I'm not mistaken— headed to class.
Buffy: Well, we shared an… encounter.

Principal Wood: Listen, I know this school's reputation. What, you think I got this job based on seniority? We've got a lot of troubled students here and just enough money to keep this place from caving in.
Buffy: Yeah, you might need a little extra there.
Principal Wood: Well, we do have a community outreach program and the money we could pay you… wouldn't even fold but it would just be a couple of days a week.
Buffy: Are you asking me to be a counselor?
Principal Wood: Oh, we have a guidance counselor but I was thinking the kids could use someone, you know, closer to their age who still has some—
Buffy: I'm in.
Principal Wood: What, you're serious? You did hear the part about the money, right?
Buffy: Yeah, I heard. My schedule might be a little funtastic but I'll work it out. I'd like to keep an eye on this place.
Principal Wood: Well, that's great! Look at that. It's not even noon and I've already bullied my first family member into helping out. I'm going to be the best principal ever.

Spike: The thing is… I had a speech. I learned it all. Oh, god. She won't understand. She won't understand.
Warren: Of course she won't understand, Sparky. I'm beyond her understanding. She's a girl. Sugar and spice and everything… useless. Unless you're baking. I'm more than that. More than flesh.
Glory: More than blood. I'm… you know, I honestly don't think there's a human word fabulous enough for me. Oh, my name will be on everyone's lips… assuming their lips haven't been torn off. But not just yet. That's all right, though.
Adam: I can be patient. Everything is well within parameters. She's exactly where I want her to be. And so are you, Number 17. You're right where you belong.
Mayor Wilkins: So what'd you think? You'd get your soul back and everything would be Jim Dandy? A soul's slipperier than a greased weasel. Why do you think I sold mine? Well, you probably thought that you'd be your own man and I respect that. But you never will.
Drusilla: You'll always be mine. You'll always be in the dark with me, singing our little songs. You like our little songs, don't you? You've always liked them, right from the beginning. And that's where we're going.
Master: Right back to the beginning. Not the Bang, not the Word. The true beginning. The next few months are going to be quite a ride and I think we're all going to learn something about ourselves in the process. You'll learn you're a pathetic schmuck… if it hasn't sunk in already. Look at you. Tried to do what's right. Just like her. You still don't get it. It's not about right. Not about wrong.
Buffy: It's about power.

The Usual
The Usual

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So, Buffy, how'd the slaying go last night?
I mean, how'd the laying go? No, I don't mean that either.
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