Buffy: It's real. It's the only lesson, Dawn. It's always real. Let me see.
Dawn: Yeah, I planned to get killed, come back as a vampire, and bite you.
Principal Wood: It is my great pleasure and privilege to announce the official opening-on the very ground that it first stood upon-of the brand new state of the art Sunnydale High!
Willow: Is there anything you don't know everything about?
Giles: Synchronized swimming. Complete mystery to me.
Giles: Everything's connected. You're connected to a great power, whether you feel it or not.
Willow: When you brought me here, I thought it was to kill me or to lock me in some mystical dungeon for all eternity or-with the torture. Instead, you go all Dumbledore on me. I'm learning about magic. All about energy and Gaia and root systems.
Giles: Do you want to be punished?
Willow: I wanna 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: 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.
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 lizard-type athletes, you know, 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.
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, um, finger painting and macaroni art. Very underrated. Favorite activities include not ever having to do this again, and uh...
Halfrek: It's the talk of the order. They're calling you "Miss Softserve." Tell me you don't know this.
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: Ah, being popular isn't so great. Or so I've read in books.
Willow: 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. There's... I saw, I saw the Earth, Giles. I saw its teeth.
Principal Wood: The school board recommended I spend a little time reading your record. It's, um, quite a page-turner. Kind of a checkered past...
Buffy: Huh. More like a plaid. Kind of a clan tartan of badness, really. You know, but there were factors.
Spike: Nobody comes in here. It's just the three of us.
Spike: Don't you think I'm trying? I'm not fast. I'm 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.
Dead Janitor: What're you going to do, kill us?
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. Sugarand 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 alright, 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.
The Mayor: So what'd you think? You'd get your soul back and everything'd be Jim Dandy? 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...
Drusilla: ...you never will. 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...
The 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. Trying 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.