Willow: Hear me! Keeper of darkness!
Demon: Witch! How dare you invoke Osiris in this task!
Willow: Please. Please, bring her back.
Demon: You may not violate the laws of natural passing.
Willow: How? How is this natural?
Demon: It is a human death, by human means.
Willow: But I-
Demon: You raised one killed by mystical forces. This is not the same. She is taken by natural order. It is done.
Willow: No. There has to be a way.
Demon: It is done.
Andrew: Think they'll let my aunt bring me my Discman?
Jonathan: That's what you're worried about? In-flight entertainment? We're in jail!
Andrew: We're in custody. We haven't been charged yet.
Jonathan: Thank you, Dragnet.
Jonathan: That guy's been looking at me. I think he wants to make me his butt monkey.
Andrew: Don't flatter yourself. I heard him talking to the guard. He's in here for parking tickets.
Jonathan: That doesn't mean anything! The joint changes you. I hear they like the small ones, with little hands like their girlfriends.
Andrew: You have got to chill out. This isn't Oz, it's like, Mayberry.
Andrew: He will. He's coming up with a plan. Like, "War Games." Remember that decoder that Matthew Broderick used?
Jonathan: Oh, yeah. That was rad. The one he made from the scissors and the tape recorder?
Andrew: I miss "Ferris" Matthew. Broadway Matthew? I find him cold.
Jonathan: Really? No, I- Shut up!
Rack: Killing a Slayer, that's big business for a kid.
Warren: I'm not a kid.
Warren: I had my own guys. The Trio, yeah, you've heard of us.
Rack: Right. What were you, a band or something?
Warren: I thought word traveled in the underworld. You know, we were evil. Robots were my thing. You didn't hear about the freeze ray?
Buffy: Okay, you need to calm down.
Willow: Calm down?
Buffy: Look, you're angry. I, I am too. There's no excuse for what Warren did, but that-
Willow: He shot Tara. When he shot you, he hit her too. Upstairs in my room.
Buffy: Oh my god.
Willow: Guess the last shot was the charm.
Xander: She's dead?
Willow: She's dead. Now he's dead too.
Buffy: Oh my god... Tara...
Xander: Christ, Will, how come you didn't say anything?
Willow: I'm busy.
Buffy: We love you. And Tara. But we don't kill humans. It's not the way.
Willow: How can you say that? Tara is dead.
Buffy: I know... I know. And I... can't understand... anything. Not what happened... a-and not what you
must be going through. Willow, if you do this, you let Warren destroy you too.
Xander: You said it yourself, Will... the magic's too strong, there's no coming back from it.
Willow: I'm not coming back.
Buffy: Will, please. Please, we'll get through this together.
Willow: We won't! Not your way.
Buffy: Please, just-
Willow: No! No more talking. It's done!
Buffy: Oh god.
Dawn: I didn't... want to leave her alone.
Buffy: Dawn. Sweetheart. Come on. Honey, we need to get out of here, okay? Dawn, sweetheart. Be strong for me, okay? Dawn, we need to go downstairs.
Dawn: I don't understand.
Buffy: I don't understand either.
Buffy: We need to find Willow.
Xander: Yeah, she's off the wagon big-time. Warren's a dead man if she finds him.
Buffy: Dawn, don't say that.
Dawn: Why not? I'd do it myself if I could.
Buffy: Because you don't really feel that way.
Dawn: Yes I do. And you should too. He killed Tara, and he nearly killed you. He needs to pay.
Xander: Out of the mouths of babes.
Xander: I'm just saying he's... he's just as bad as any vampire you've sent to dustville.
Buffy: Being a Slayer doesn't give me a license to kill. Warren's human.
Buffy: So the human world has its own rules for dealing with people like him.
Xander: Yeah, we all know how well those rules work.
Buffy: Sometimes they do. Sometimes they don't. We can't control the universe. If we were supposed to... then the magic wouldn't change Willow the way it does. And... we'd be able to bring Tara back.
Dawn: And Mom.
Buffy: There are limits to what we can do. There should be. Willow doesn't want to believe that. And now she's messing with forces that want to hurt her. All of us.
Xander: I just... I've had blood on my hands all day. Blood from people I love.
Buffy: I know. And now it has to stop. Warren's going to get what he deserves. I promise . But I will not let Willow destroy herself.
Xander: You're not gonna really leave Dawn with Mr. Attempted Rape.
Buffy: He won't hurt Dawn. I, he-he physically can't. Besides, he wouldn't.
Xander: Well, after the other night, I'd say all bets are off on what he's capable of.
Buffy: Dawn feels safe with him. We don't have a choice. Right now, he's all we've got.
Clem: No problem. I'd love the company. Do you like Parcheesi?
Clem: Or, we could rent videos. I've been dying to see "The Wedding Planner."
Dawn: Either way. I'm good.
Clem: Ooh, and here. You can have the comfy chair.
Spike: Yeah. I seek you.
Demon: Something about a woman. The slayer.
Spike: Thinks she's better than me. Ever since I got this bleeding chip in my head, things ain't been right. Everything's gone to hell.
Demon: And you want to return to your former self.
Xander: Willow's out for blood, big time. We need to find her before she finds Warren. Is there something you can do, a, a locator spell?
Anya: I don't need a spell. I can feel her.
Xander: You can...?
Anya: Feel her. Her thirst for vengeance, it's overwhelming.
Xander: Is that like, left over from your vengeance demon days? You just sense her?
Anya: No. Not left over.
Anya: When do you think?
Willow: Cute tricks.
Warren: You're really asking for it, you know that?
Willow: I'm asking for it?
Warren: I'm gonna walk away from this. And when I do, you're gonna beg to go join your little girlfriend.
Willow: She wasn't your first.
Warren: Uh, first who?
Willow: Tara. She wasn't the first girl you killed.
Katrina: How could you say you loved me, and do that to me?
Warren: Because you deserved it, bitch!
Willow: Because you liked it.
Warren: Oh, shut up!
Willow: You never felt you had the power with her. Not until you killed her.
Warren: Women. You know, you're just like the rest of them. Mind games.
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! 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. 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. Now the one person who should be here is gone... and a waste like you gets to live.
Tiny piece of metal. Can you feel it now?
Warren: Please! God! I did wrong, I see that now. I need, I need jail! I need... But you, you don't want this.
You're, you're not a bad person. Not like me.
Warren: Oh, and when you get caught, you'll lose them too. Your friends. You don't want that. I
know you're in pain, but-
Willow: Bored now.