Kennedy: All I'm saying is that now that Buffy's not here, we finally have some say in how and when we lose our necks.
Robin: Maybe you don't have to be so blunt about the losing of the necks bit.
Anya: Let the girl speak the truth. We're all on death's door, repeatedly ringing the doorbell, like maniacal Girl Scouts trying to make quota.
Xander: And I'm thinking that maybe everyone here shouldn't have a say.
Kennedy: I'll check the fuse box.
Faith: Don't bother. All the lights on the whole street just went out.
Caridad: Which means?
Faith: The people from the power company have got the hell out of Sunnydale.
Vi: I think I'm freaking out.
Man: You can't just kick me out of my own house.
Buffy: Why not? It's what all the cool kids are doing nowadays. It's not your house. It's not your town. Not anymore. Got any Tab?
Andrew: I spy with my little eye something that begins with a T.
Andrew: Hey, good one. How did you—
Spike: Tapestry's the only thing in the whole bloody room.
Giles: Are thinking of attacking the Bringers?
Faith: Maybe or… okay, we could kidnap one.
Kennedy: And what? Hold it ransom?
Xander: Yeah, I'll get the magazines and start ripping out the letters now. "Dear Mr. First, if you want your Bringer back… well, we'll be surprised because you've got like three million of them so please disregard this letter. Yours sincerely—"
Faith: I'm saying we think about getting us a Bringer and making it talk. Find out info on The First and Caleb that way.
Kennedy: I thought things would be different now but you keep shutting me down.
Faith: Things are different. Because now I'm your boss. Look, you guys, I'm not Buffy. I'm not the one who's been on your asses all this time. But I'm not one of you anymore, either. I'm your leader. Which means I go first and I make the rules and the rest of you follow after me. Is that clear? So Kennedy, back the hell off and let me do my job, all right?
The First/Buffy: Is this going to do anything? Or is all of this just to make the Bringers sweat? Do the Bringers sweat?
Caleb: Actually, I think they pant like dogs. And I don't know if this going to do any good but we have to try everythin'.
The First/Buffy: You realize what will happen if the Slayer and her girls get it, don't you?
Caleb: They won't.
The First/Buffy: That's right, they won't. Because you're going to kill all of them and everyone they know.
Giles: The Bringer's dumb.
Anya: And you were expecting, what? A Rhodes Scholar?
Giles: Dumb as in mute.
Andrew: Hi, everybody. I missed you guys a lot. Sorry we took so long getting back from our mission mission but we had to wait out the sun and, well, I think our mission went very well. We rode on Spike's hog, which was very cool, and played some amusing games and, oh, we got some information. But do you know what? I really need to urinate.
Spike: He's a breath of fresh air, isn't he? Thank god I don't breathe.
Spike: So I think we got a lead. Where's Buffy?
Dawn: She's not here right now.
Spike: When's she get back?
Willow: While you were gone, we all got together and talked out some disagreements that we were having and eventually, after much discussion, Buffy decided that it would be best for all of us if she took a little time off. A little breather.
Spike: Uh-huh. I see. Been practicing that little speech long, have you? So Buffy took some time off right in the middle of the apocalypse and it was her decision?
Xander: Well, we all decided.
Spike: Oh, yeah, you all decided. You sad, sad, ungrateful traitors. Who do you think you are?
Willow: We're her friends. We just want—
Spike: Oh, that's ballsy of you. You're her friends and you betray her like this?
Giles: You don't understand.
Spike: You know, I think I do. Rupert. You used to be the big man, didn't you? The teacher, all full of wisdom. Now she's surpassed you and you can't handle it. She has saved your lives again and again. She has died for you. And this is how you thank her?
Andrew: What the bananas! You are so lucky that you did not just magically decapitate me!
Giles: We've got enough here. We need to get Faith in on this. Xander, gather some maps. We need to find a subterranean space large enough to house an armory.
Andrew: I feel used and violated… and I need a lozenge.
Spike: You're not fooling me.
Buffy: What do you even mean?
Spike: Well, you're not a quitter.
Buffy: Watch me.
Spike: You were their leader and you still are. This isn't something you gave up. It's something they took.
Buffy: And the difference is?
Spike: We can take it back.
The First/Mayor Wilkins: I'd say better than fine. I'd say you're doing a bang-up job.
Faith: Get out.
The First/Mayor Wilkins: Well, gosh! I think a "Hello" or a "Nice to see you" might be a little more welcome. It's the end of humanity Faith, not the end of courtesy.
Faith: You're wasting your time. I know who you are. What you are.
The First/Mayor Wilkins: Yeah, nobody's explained to you how this works, have they? You see, I am part of The First, as you kids call it, but I'm also me. Richard Wilkins III, late mayor and founder of Sunnydale. Here, I'll prove it to you. Ask me a question only I know the answer to. Something like… where did I hide the moon pies in my office or who was my favorite character in Little Women. Meg. I know! Most people guess Beth but Meg, she's such a proper young lady. Remember when Jo burned her hair?
Faith: I know what you're doing and it's not going to work. But feel free to keep talking 'cause, hell, I could listen to you yap all night.
The First/Mayor Wilkins: Hey, hey, hey! Language. You're a leader now. You keep throwing the H-E-double-hockey-sticks around, pretty soon the girls are going to pick up on it. Then what?
Faith: Hey, you let me worry about the girls.
The First/Mayor Wilkins: Of course, of course. You're doing a great job with them, by the way. Much better than Buffy ever did. You were smart to kick her out.
Faith: That's not what we… Buffy got 'em this far.
The First/Mayor Wilkins: Why are you protecting her? You think she cares about you? She nearly killed you, Faith.
Faith: It's different now.
The First/Mayor Wilkins: No matter what you do, Buffy will always see you as a killer, not as a person. And now you have what she so desperately wants— the respect of these girls. All she needs is an excuse and she'll finish what she started when she stuck that knife in your belly. You stay on guard, Faith. Buffy's dangerous. If you're not careful, she'll destroy you. I'm just saying…
Buffy: That's my problem. I say the word, some girl dies. Every time.
Spike: There's always casualties in a war.
Buffy: Casualties… it just sounds so casual. These are girls. That I got killed. I cut myself off from them, all of them. I knew I was going to lose some of them and I didn't… You know what? I'm still making excuses. I've always cut myself off, I've always… being the Slayer made me different but it's my fault I stayed that way. People are always trying to connect to me but I just… slip away. You should know.
Spike: I seem to recall a certain amount of connecting.
Buffy: Oh, please. We were never close. You just wanted me because I was unattainable.
Spike: You think that's all that was?
Buffy: Please, let's not go over the past.
Spike: Oh, no. Hold on here. I've hummed along to your pity ditty and I think I should have the mike for a bit.
Buffy: Fine. The stage is yours. Cheer me up.
Spike: You're insufferable.
Buffy: Thank you. That really helped.
Spike: I'm not trying to cheer you up.
Buffy: Then what are you trying to say?
Spike: I don't know! I'll know when I'm done saying it. Something pissed me off and I just… unattainable! That's it.
Buffy: Fine. I'm attainable. I'm an attain-athon. Can I please just go to sleep?
Spike: You listen to me. I've been alive a bit longer than you and dead a lot longer than that. I've seen things you couldn't imagine and done things I'd prefer you didn't. I don't exactly have a reputation for being a thinker. I follow my blood which doesn't exactly rush in the direction of my brain so I make a lot of mistakes. A lot of wrong bloody calls. A hundred plus years and there's only one thing I've ever been sure of. You.
Hey, look at me. I'm not asking you for anything. When I say I love you, it's not because I want you, or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of you and I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You are a hell of a woman. You're the one, Buffy.
Buffy: I don't want to be the one.
Spike: I don't want to be this good-looking and athletic. We all have crosses to bear.
Buffy: Spike? Could you stay here?
Spike: Sure. That diabolical torture device, the comfy chair. Do me fine.
Buffy: No. I mean… here. Will you just hold me?
The First/Mayor Wilkins: Deep down, you always wanted Buffy to accept you, to love you even. Why do you think that is?
Faith: You a shrink now?
The First/Mayor Wilkins: You keep looking for love and acceptance from these people, these "friends" of yours, but you're never going to find it. The truth is nobody will ever love you. Not the way I love you.
Faith: Get out.
The First/Mayor Wilkins: They'll forever see you as a killer.
Faith: I said get out.
The First/Mayor Wilkins: I'll always be with you, firecracker. In everything you do.
Faith: Man, look at that. My hand's shaking. Demons, vampires, women in the penitentiary system, none of that freaks me out.
Robin: That's exactly what The First does. Finds your Achilles heel.
Faith: Nah, it just talked to me. What? It does a heel thing, too?
Robin: It's a phrase. Your weak spot.
Faith: Oh. The school thing. I was kind of absent that decade.
Anya: They could have a little respect, you know. I mean, they should at least acknowledge the fact that some people might not want to listen to an a cappella concert of people moaning and groaning. It's disgusting is what it is.
Xander: A little jealous, huh?
Anya: Of course I am! I'm a lot jealous. I mean, if we're done having sex, then I think other people should just knock it off.
The First/Buffy: I envy them. Isn't that the strangest thing?
Caleb: Well, it does throw me a tad. I mean, they're just… well, they're barely more than animals, feedin' off each other's flesh. It's nauseatin'. But you… you're everywhere. You're in the hearts of little children, you're in the souls of the rich, you're the fire that makes people kill and hate. The fire that will cure the world of weakness. They're just sinners. You are sin.
The First/Buffy: I do enjoy your sermons.
Caleb: And you're in me. Gave me strength no man can have.
The First/Buffy: You're the only man strong enough to be my vessel. And I know you feel me but… I know why they grab at each other. To feel. I want to feel. I want to wrap my hands around an innocent neck and feel it crack.
Andrew: So it turned out that all these stone tablets basically said the same thing. The First and Caleb are protecting something and we don't know exactly what it is but it's something powerful and they don't want the Slayers to get it. I'm thinking it could be a weapon and if we are looking for an arsenal—
Faith: You're not coming.
Andrew: If one is looking for an arsenal, well, what better place to find a—
Faith: Weapon. Okay, got it. Good. Good thinking, Andrew.
Andrew: It's a pleasure, Faith. Back to you.
Caleb: Well, if it ain't the prodigal Slayer…
Buffy: Where's it at? I'm going to find it sooner or later.
Caleb: No, you're not. I lay one hand on you and you're just a dead little girl.
Buffy: Lay a hand on me. If you can.
Caleb: You whore.
Buffy: You know, you really should watch your language. If someone didn't know you, they might think you were a woman-hating prick.