Dawn: "A-and then whoosh! All of a sudden Glory's standing right there in front of us,
all skanky and blonde and thinkin' she's all that just 'cause some bumpy heads kiss her stinky
feet... She does have nice feet. A-and she's comin' right at us, and- Buffy's just standing
there not even blinking, like 'Bring it on,' and then, wham! Hell-bitch in orbit."
Xander: "Go, Buff!"
Giles: "I knew you'd best Glory eventually, I mean all-all our years of training-"
Buffy: "A truck hit her."
Anya: "You threw it at her?"
Dawn: "Well, no. She more kind of waited for it to hit Glory. Uh, but then Buffy ran
really fast and we got away."
Buffy: "I don't know how we got away. That truck couldn't have slowed her down for more than a second."
Giles: "Well, how isn't important, all that matters is that the two of you are safe."
Buffy: "Safe? We've barely been able to manage not getting seriously dead every time we've crossed
paths with Glory. Now that she knows that Dawn is the key?"
Xander: "Because that's what we used to kill that big demon that one time! No wait,
that-that was a rocket launcher. Ahn, what are you talking about?"
Anya: "We should drop a piano on her. Well, it always works for that creepy cartoon rabbit when he's running
from that nice man with the speech impediment."
Giles: "Yes, or perhaps we could paint a convincing tunnel on the side of a mountain. Let's just
keep thinking, everyone."
Buffy: "We can't fight her."
Giles: "W-well not yet, no, but-"
Buffy: "No, not ever. She's too strong, Giles. We're not gonna win this with, with stakes, or spells, or pulling out
some uranium power core. She's a god and she's coming for us. So let's just not be here when she starts
Anya: "Run away? Finally, a sensible plan."
Xander: "That's not what she meant. Is it?"
Buffy: "Well, we can't stay here! She'll just kill us off one by one until there's no one left standing between her
Giles: "Buffy, we all understand the severity of the situation, but there must be another way."
Buffy: "No. We stay, we die."
Gronx: "This is, this is terrible. I'll never be able to mend this."
Ben: "Not really my color anyway."
Gronx: "Oh, yes. Inappropriate humor. Most amusing. Don't suppose you know what led to this
Ben: "That's not how it works, you know that."
Gronx: "Yes, of course. I just thought maybe after her magnificent incandescence was returned to this... manly
and... painfully handsome assemblage... you might have noticed something interesting? A key in
human form, perhaps? Lounging about unattended?"
Ben: "If I did, do you really think I would tell you?"
Gronx: "Why do you insist on fighting the inevitable? No one can stand against her blindingly scrumptious
Ben: "Glory. Her name is Glory, and she's your god, you little scab, not mine."
Gronx: "With all due respect and-and fear of sharp objects, you exist, sir, only because of her divine greatness."
Ben: "You mean her divine failure, don't you? I didn't ask for any of this. I just want to be normal."
Gronx: "We play the hand we're dealt."
Ben: "Nothing's mine, is it? This life, this body, it's all infected. The only thing I ever cared about she's taken away
from me. You know why I wanted to be a doctor?"
Gronx: "Flattering drawstring pants?"
Ben: "To be close to people. To witness their lives and their deaths, to be there alongside them, a part of
Anya: "Shouldn't somebody be asking, 'Are we there yet?' Isn't that what small entertaining children do?"
Dawn: "That kinda only works if you know where you're going."
Anya: "Do we know where we're going yet?"
Spike: "We'd already be somewhere if Captain Slowpoke would give up the wheel. Hey!
Gramps! Bloody step on it!"
Giles: "Step on what? I've driven tricycles with more power."
Xander: "Is anybody else queasy?"
Anya: "He doesn't travel well. He's like fine shrimp."
Xander: "Would you give it a rest, or..."
Spike: "Or what, you're gonna toss your cookies on my shoes?"
Xander: "Or you can be undead man walking. See how fast you can hitch a ride with a flaming thumb."
Spike: "Fine. Shrimp."
Dawn: "Anyone hungry?"
Anya: "Ooh! Snacks! The secret to any successful migration. Who's up for some tasty fried meat products?"
Willow: "She doesn't know what she's doing."
Dawn: "We know."
Spike: "No biggie. Look, the skin's already stopped smoking. You go ahead and play... peek-a-boo with Mister
Sunshine all you like. It keeps the ride from getting boring."
Buffy: "For what?"
Dawn: "You know. Pretty much everything."
Buffy: "Yeah. I'm doin' a great job."
Dawn: "You are."
Buffy: "I'm the Slayer. The chosen one. All mythic and defender-y. Evil nasties are supposed to flee
from me. Not the other way around."
Dawn: "You're not fleeing. You're... moving at a brisk pace."
Buffy: "Quaintly referred to in some cultures as the big scaredy runaway."
Dawn: "It's the most amazing thing anyone's ever done for me."
Spike: "Ow! Easy with the delicates."
Buffy: "They'll heal."
Spike: "Florence bloody Nightingale to the rescue."
Xander: "We got company... And they brought a crusade."
Gregor: "Yes. The key has been transformed, given... breath, life. Yet, this makes no difference. The key is the
link. The link must be severed. Such is the will of god."
Buffy: "She doesn't remember anything about being this key you're all looking for. The only thing that she
remembers is growing up with a mother, and a sister that love her. What kind of god would demand her life for
something that she has no control over? We are not your enemy. Tell your men to stand down."
Buffy: "It is not her fault! She's human now!"
Gregor: "The key is too dangerous... to be allowed to exist. No matter what form it has been pressed into."
Buffy: "I'm sorry."
Giles: "For what?"
Buffy: "We should have stayed. If we had, none of this would have happened."
Giles: "Don't. What you did... w-was necessary... what I've always admired."
Buffy: "Running away?"
Giles: "Being able to place... your heart... above all else. I'm so proud of you. You've
come so far. You're everything a Watcher ... everything I could have hoped for."
Buffy: "One of my friends was hurt when you attacked us."
Dante: "And ten of my men are dead. Honorable men. Shall we balance the scale?"
Buffy: "Will you let someone come and help him or not?"
Dante: "Give quarter to an agent of the beast? What madness would move me to such action?"
Buffy: "I'm done asking."
Xander: "Whoa, whoa, hey! Uh... this is war, isn't it? And if there's one thing I've learned from Sergeant Rock,
it is in war... there are rules. Or at least there should be, if you're as honorable as you
think you are. Plus, we do have your general forehead guy."
Xander: "You know, those things'll kill you. Oh. Right. I mention today how much I don't like you?"
Spike: "You mighta let it slip in... once or twice."
Xander: "How're your feelers?"
Spike: "Nothing compared to the little bits we're gonna get chopped into when the
Renaissance Faire kicks the door in. And here we bloody sit."
Xander: "It's not like we got much of a choice."
Spike: "Could make a break for it! Use General Armor-All as a shield get to the doc's
Xander: "Great plan. And while all the hacking and slashing's going on, what are you gonna be doing, huh?
Throwing migraines at 'em?"
Spike: "Look, we stay here, we all die! At least this way, some of us might get-"
Buffy: "No. We're all gonna make it. I'm not losing anyone."
Gregor: "What do you know of the beast?"
Buffy: "Strong. Fast. Hellgod."
Gregor: "From a dimension of unspeakable torment."
Buffy: "A demon dimension. I know. She ruled with two other hellgods, right?"
Gregor: "Along with the beast they were a triumvirate of suffering and despair. Ruling with equal vengeance. But
the beast's power grew beyond even what they could conceive. As did her lust for pain and misery. They looked
upon her, what she had become... and trembled."
Buffy: "A god afraid?"
Gregor: "Such was her power. They feared she would attempt to seize their dimension for herself, and decided
to strike first. A great battle erupted. In the end, they stood victorious over the beast... barely. She was cast out.
Banished to this lower plane of existence, forced to live and eventually die trapped within the body of a mortal...
a newborn male, created as her prison. That is the beast's... only weakness."
Buffy: "Kill the man... and the god dies."
Gregor: "Unfortunately, the identity of the human vessel has never been discovered."
Buffy: "I don't understand. Now, I've seen Glory. Not a whole lot going on in the hairy chest
Gregor: "You have seen a glimpse of the true beast. Her power was too great to be completely contained.
She's found a way to escape her mortal prison... for brief periods, before her energies are exhausted and she's
forced back ... into her living cell of meat and bone."
Dawn: "What about me? What about the key?"
Dawn: "I want to know."
Gregor: "The key... is almost as old as the beast itself. Where it came from, how it was created ... the deepest
of mysteries. All that is certain is that its power is absolute. Countless generations of my people have sacrificed
their lives in search of it, to destroy it before its wrath could be unleashed."
Dawn: "But the monks found it first."
Gregor: "Yes, and hid it with their magicks."
Buffy: "Why didn't they just destroy it? If the key is as dangerous as-"
Gregor: "Because they were fools. They thought they could harness its power for the forces of light. They failed,
and paid with their blood."
Dawn: "What do I do? What was I created for?"
Gregor: "You were created ... to open the gates that separate dimensions. The beast will use your power ... to
return home and seize control of the hell she was banished from. "
Buffy: "That's it? That's Glory's master plan... to go home?"
Gregor: "You misunderstand. Once the key is activated, it won't just open the gates to the beast's dimension.
It's going to open all the gates. The walls separating realities will crumble. Dimensions will
bleed into each other. Order will be overthrown and the universe will tumble into chaos... all
dark... forever. That... is what you were created for."
Dawn: "You think it's true... what he said?"
Buffy: "I don't know."
Dawn: "Destroyer of the universe. I guess cutting school doesn't seem so bad now, huh?"
Buffy: "It's not you. You know that."
Dawn: "But it's in me... isn't it? It's inside me. What are we gonna do?"
Buffy: "I won't let anything happen to you. I promise."
Willow: "Come on, Tara, you have to eat something."
Anya: "Want me to try?"
Willow: "I don't know. I'm gettin' used to pickin' fruit out of my hair."
Dawn: "It's because of me. It's all my fault."
Ben: "No it isn't."
Dawn: "You don't know what's happening."
Ben: "I don't have to. I just know that sometimes terrible things happen to good people.
It shouldn't, but... it does. It's nobody's fault. It's just the way life is."