Willow: This is exactly what you need - a twentieth birthday party with - with presents and funny hats and - and those candles that don't blow out. Those used to scare me.
Tara: Me, too.
Xander: A crazy Hell-god? And the fun just keeps on leavin'.
Buffy: Look, if - if Glory knew that you knew where it was, I -- I just didn't want to put you in that kind of danger.
Xander: As opposed to the other kind we're always in?
Anya: You make a very pretty little girl.
Xander: Anya, you wanna help me with that thing?
Anya: (laughs) Xander needs help with his thing!
Giles: I'm not sure our regular workout is challenging you anymore. Perhaps we should make it harder.
Buffy: You always think harder is better. Maybe next time I patrol, I should carry little bricks and use a stake made of butter.
Buffy: How was school today?
Dawn: Um, the usual. Big square building filled with boredom and despair.
Buffy: Just how I remember it.
Dawn: I just think you're just freaking out 'cause you have to fight someone prettier than you. That is the case, right?
Buffy: Glory is evil and powerful, and in no way prettier than me.
Buffy: (opening a birthday present) Oh! It's beautiful. Thank you, guys.
Tara: Well, we thought you get lots of crossbows and other killy stuff.
Willow: Yeah, so we figured less killy, more frilly.
Anya: Gotta look. (grabs the dress from Buffy) Oh, it's just so lovely! Oh, I wish it was mine! Oh, like you weren't all thinking the same thing.
Giles: I'm fairly certain I wasn't. (whispers to Xander) I've got one just like it.
Spike: (reading from Giles' notes) "They had to be certain the Slayer would protect it with her life. So they sent the key to her... in human form. In the form of a sister." (to Dawn) Huh. I guess that's you, nibblet.
Buffy: Maybe it's time for a new tradition: birthdays without boyfriends. It could be just as much fun.
Willow: Preaching to the choir here, baby.
Xander: There's so many things I remember. Seeing Dawn, hanging with her, listening to Buffy complain about her. Mostly that last one. How could it be that all those things never really happened?
Giles: Well, it takes some getting used to, the idea of a bright fourteen-year-old actually being living energy thousands of years old.
Xander: I'm guessing some kind of super-powerful in her raw form.
Giles: People have killed, died for it, summoned armies to control the key.
Xander: You know, uh... she kinda has a crush on me.
Giles: Your point being?
Xander: Well, nothing, no. Just saying, powerful being, big energy gal digging the Xan man. Some guys are just cooler, you know?
Spike: She probably would have skipped off anyway, even if she never found out. She's not just a blob of energy; she's also a fourteen-year-old hormone bomb. Which one's screwing her up more right now? Spin the bloody wheel. You'll find her, just in the nick of time. That's what you hero types do. You'll find her.
Glory: Hey! We were just talking about you!
Buffy: Conversation's over, Hellbitch.
Spike: (about Glory) I thought you said this skank was tough. (Glory knocks him out)
Glory: If he wakes up, tell your boyfriend to watch his mouth.
Buffy: He is not my boyfriend.
Dawn: Is she mad about the whole fire thing?
Buffy: I think you sort of have a "get out of jail free" card, on account of big love and trauma.
Dawn: Really? Okay. Good. You think she'd raise my allowance?
Buffy: Don't push it.