JONATHAN : Of course I'm scared. Last time we were here, 33.3bar percent of us were flayed alive.

JONATHAN : Wish I'd have stayed in Mexico.
ANDREW : Ah, I didn't like it there. Everybody spoke Mexicalan.
JONATHAN : You could've learned it. You learned the entire Klingon dictionary in two and a half weeks.
ANDREW : That had much clearer transitive and intransitive rules, OK?

CASSIE : Yeah, I know, it's kinda weird 'cause we never really met.
WILLOW : Or kinda weird because your're really dead.

BUFFY : So what have you been up to?
HOLDEN : Well, apparently dying.

ANDREW : We find it. We alert the slayer. We help her destroy it. We save Sunnydale. (they stop walking) Then we join her gang and possibly hang out at her house.

ANDREW : You keep leaving me. I hate it when you leave me. One time you died, and I ended up a Mexican.

ANDREW : "That boy is our last hope."
WARREN : "No, there is another."
ANDREW : Wait, really? Who's our last hope?
WARREN : No, I was just going with it. It was a thing. He's our last hope.

HOLDEN : Oh, I have so much to learn. Come on, isn't this insane? I mean, I was afraid to talk to you in high school, and now we're, like, mortal enemies. Hey, wouldn't it be cool if we became nemeses?

HOLDEN : Hey, I don't mean to be Count Buttinsky here, but you just don't seem as thrilled. Is it because we're gonna fight?
BUFFY : 'S 'cause I'm gonna win.

HOLDEN : You don't remember me at all.
BUFFY : Yes, I do.
HOLDEN : Yeah, like, after 30 minutes of reminding. And I don't take it personally because clearly you were in your own little world in high school. All chosen. All destiny. Who could live with that for seven years and not feel superior?

HOLDEN : Buffy, I'm here to kill you, not to judge you.

BUFFY : I think I'm gonna kill you just a little bit more than usual.
HOLDEN : Aw, come one. I mean, we had a moment. You opened up. It was really sweet. It make me want to bite you. I'm sorry if I overstepped my bounds. I'm just new to this mortal enemy stuff. Pretty fast learner, though, right?

HOLDEN : Oh, my God!
BUFFY : Oh, your God what?
HOLDEN : Oh, well, you know, not my God, because I defy him and all of his works, but—Does he exist? Is there word on that, by the way?
BUFFY : Nothing solid.

JONATHAN : I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day. I miss the people who never knew I existed. I miss 'em all. I want to talk to them, you know. I want to find out how they're doing. I want to know what's going on in their lives.
ANDREW : You know what? They don't wanna talk to you—all those people you just mentioned. Not one of them is sitting around going, "I wonder what Jonathan's up to right now." Not one of them cares about you.
JONATHAN : Well, I still care about them. That's why I'm here.

BUFFY : I have all this power. I didn't ask for it. I don't deserve it. It's like... I wanted to be punished. I wanted to hurt like I thought I deserved. I sorta think—you know, this is, um, complicated. If you'd rather just fight...

BUFFY : I feel like I'm worse than anyone. Honestly, I'm beneath them. My friends, my boyfriends. I feel like I'm not worthy of their love. 'Cause even though they love me, it doesn't mean anything 'cause their opinions don't matter. They don't know. They haven't been through what I've been through. They're not the slayer. I am. Sometimes I feel—this is awful—I feel like I'm better than them. Superior.
HOLDEN : Until you can't win. And I thought I was diabolical—or, at least I plan to be. You do have a superiority complex. And you've got an inferiority complex about it. Kudos.

WILLOW : Well, how can I not? You're telling me I'm gonna murder all my friends. I'm not strong. I'm not an Amazon. I'm just me.

JOYCE : Things are coming, Dawn. Listen, things are on their way. I love you, and I love Buffy, but she won't be there for you.
DAWN : What? Why are you—?
JOYCE : When it's bad, Buffy won't choose you. She'll be against you.

CASSIE : Suicide thing was too far, huh? Hmm. You seemed so ripe.
WILLOW : Tell me who you are.
CASSIE : I stand by my opinion. The world would be a better place if you took a razorblade to your wrist—

CASSIE : Oh, baby, you left such a big hole. It hurt so bad. (serious, leans in) You don't know hurt. This last year's gonna seem like cake after what I put you and your friends through, and I am not a fan of easy death. Fact is, the whole good-versus-evil, balancing the scales thing—I'm over it. I'm done with the mortal coil. But believe me, I'm going for a big finish.
WILLOW : From beneath you, it devours.
CASSIE : Oh, not it. Me.