Giles: Meantime, if you ask me, there are better uses for the Slayers' time.
Wesley: (snootily) Ah. But I don't believe I did. (holds the daily paper out to him) Ask you.
Giles: (yanks the paper away) Considering the success of your previous adventure...
Cordelia: Don't let me interrupt. Wait. Let me interrupt. I'm in a hurry.

Wesley: (turns to Buffy, irritated) Does everybody know about you?
Buffy: She's a friend.
Cordelia: Let's not exaggerate.

Wesley: (holds out his hand) Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.
Cordelia: (takes it) I like a man with two last names. I'm Cordelia.

Wesley: Oh, well. I, uh... (swallows) Yes. (squares his shoulders) In fact, I am... here to watch... girls. Uh, uh, Buffy and Faith, to be specific.

Wesley: (watching her back admiringly) My. She is cheeky, isn't she?
Faith: (still amused) Uh, first word: jail; second word: bait.

Mayor Wilkins: It's not working.
Trick: It's supposed to do something besides shred?
Mayor Wilkins: It's *supposed* to cheer me *up*. Usually using the shredder gives me a lift. It's fun.
Trick: And today you're not getting the ya-yas.
Mayor Wilkins: (morosely) No.

Faith: (exasperated) When are you gonna learn, B? It doesn't matter what kind of vibe you get off a person. 'Cause nine times out of ten, the face they're showing you is not the real one.
Buffy: (evenly) I guess you know a lot about that.
Faith: (stops and faces Buffy) What is that supposed to mean?
Buffy: It's just, look at you, Faith. Less than twenty-four hours ago, you killed a man. A-and now it's all zip-a-dee-doo-dah? It's not *your* real face, and I know it. Look, I know what you're feeling because I'm feeling it, too.

Buffy: I need to talk to you.
Willow: Good. (Buffy comes in, closes the door) 'Cause I've been letting things fester. (goes to her bed) And I don't like it. (sits) I wanna be fester-free.
Buffy: (smiles weakly) Yeah. Me, too.
Willow: (stands up) I mean, don't get me wrong. I-I completely understand why you and Faith have been doing the bonding thing. You guys work together. You... You should get along.
Buffy: It's more complicated than that.
Willow: But, see, it's that exact thing that-that's just ticking me off! It's this whole 'Slayers only' attitude. I mean, since when wouldn't I understand? You, you talk to me about *everything*. I-it's like all of a sudden I-I'm not cool enough for you because I can't kill things with my bare hands.
Willow: (regretfully) Oh! Oh, Buffy! Don't cry. (hugs her close) I'm sorry. I-I was too hard on you. (lets go) Sometimes I unleash. I-I don't know my own strength. I-i-it's bad. I-I-I'm bad. I'm a bad, bad, bad person.

Giles: Buffy.
Buffy: Uh... (exhales) I don't really know how to say this, so I'm- I'm... I'm just gonna say it. I know I've kept things from you before, but... (Faith appears behind Giles) But, um, but I-I've been blowing off my classes. You know, in-in the sense of not attending. And, uh..

Willow: Well, maybe we should all talk to Faith together.
Buffy: You mean, like that intervention thing that you guys did on me? As I recall, Xander and I nearly came to blows.
Xander: Uh, *you* nearly came to blows, Buffy. I nearly came to loss of limbs.

Buffy: When did you guys hang out?
Xander: Oh, she was fighting one of those, uh, apocalypse demon things, and I helped her. Gave her a ride home.
Buffy: And you guys talked?
Xander: (shakes his head) Not extensively. No.
Buffy: Then why would you... (figures it out also, widens her eyes with surprise) Oh.
Giles: (gets it, surprised) Oh!
Willow: I don't need to say 'oh'. I got it before. They slept together.

Faith: Finally decided to tie me up, huh? I always knew you weren't really a one-Slayer guy.
Angel: (plays with a bat) I'm sorry about the chains. It's not that I don't trust you... Actually, it *is* that I don't trust you.

Angel: (crouches) But you're not a god. You're not much more than a child. Going down this path will ruin you. You can't imagine the price for true evil.
Faith: Yeah? (sneering) I hope evil takes MasterCard.

Buffy: I better find her before she does any more damage. (stands up) We're gonna need to split up. I'll check the docks. That's probably where she is. Giles, why don't you go to her motel? Xander, Willow, her haunts and be careful.
They all get up to leave.
Angel: I'll try the airport. (goes)
Everyone walks past Wesley on their way out.
Wesley: What can I do? I want to help.
Buffy: (resentfully) You still got your ticket back to the mother country?