Willow: Tell me a story.
Tara: Okay. Once upon a time, there was, um... a kitty. She was very little and she was all alone and noboby wanted her.
Willow: This is a very upsetting story.
Anya: But we just helped her move the stuff in a few days ago... (seeing Buffy) and it was fun!
Giles: People help each other out, Anya. It's one of our strange customs.
Buffy: Giles, I noticed you're doing the smallest amount of helping that can actually be called helping.
Giles: Well, I saw myself in more of a patriarchal sort of role. You know, lots of pointing and scowling.
Riley: He started it.
Xander: He called me a bad name. I think it was bad. It might've been Latin.
Giles: Stop it, or you're going to break something.
Buffy: Or I'm going to break something.
Anya: Thank you for coming. We value your patronage. Please come again for more purchases!
Giles: Could we please be a little less effusive, Anya? Don't want to frighten the people.
Anya: I'm just so excited. They come in, I help them, they give us money in exchange for goods. You give me money for working for you. I have a place in the world now. I'm part of the system. I'm a working gal.
Giles: Yes. Well, why don't you start organizing the shipping orders.
Anya: Oh, no, that's boring. I just want to do the money parts.
Giles: Well, you didn't give me much to go on. She - She looks human, so the mug shots aren't any use, and, uh -You can't be more specific about what she's like?
Buffy: She was kinda like Cordelia, actually. I'm pretty sure she dyes her hair.
Giles: Right! That one, of course. Our work is done.
Donny: So all these books got spells in 'em? Turn people into frogs, things like that?
Xander: Yeah, we're building a race of frog people. It's a good time.
Glory: A Slayer? Oh, God, please don't tell me I was fighting a vampire Slayer! How unbelievably common. If I had friends, and they heard about this.
Willow: Hey. Am I late? Did I miss any exposition?
Mr. McClay: The girl belongs with her family. I hope that's clear to the rest of you.
Buffy: It is. You want her, Mr McClay? You can go ahead and take her. You just gotta go through me.
Mr. Maclay: What?
Buffy: You heard me. You want to take Tara out of here against her will, you gotta come through me.
Dawn: And me!
Mr. Maclay: Is this a joke? I'm not going to be threatened by two little girls.
Dawn: You don't wanna mess with us.
Buffy: She's a hair-puller.
Giles: And you're not just dealing with two little girls.
Xander: You're dealing with all of us.
Spike: 'Cept me!
Xander: 'Cept Spike.
Spike: I don't care what happens.
Mr. Maclay: This is insane. You people have no right to interfere with Tara's affairs. We are her blood kin! Who the hell are you?
Buffy: We're family.
Donny: Tara, if you don't get in that car, I swear by God, I will beat you down.
Xander: And I swear by your full and manly beard, you're gonna break something trying.
Cousin Beth: Well. I hope you'll all be happy hanging out with a disgusting demon.
Anya: Excuse me. What kind?
Cousin Beth: What?
Anya: What kind of demon is she? There's a lot of different kinds. Some are very, very evil. And some have been considered to be useful members of society.
Cousin Beth: Well, I - I... What does it matter?
Mr. Maclay: Evil is evil.
Anya: Well, let's just narrow it down.