Are you okay? Did she hurt you?/Why do you care?/Because I love you. You're my sister./No I'm not./Yes, you are. Look, it's blood. It's Summers blood... It's just like mine. Doesn't matter where you came from or-or how you got here. #BTVS

Are you okay? Did she hurt you?/Why do you care?/Because I love you. You're my sister./No I'm not./Yes, you are. Look, it's blood. It's Summers blood... It's just like mine. Doesn't matter where you came from or-or how you got here. #BTVS
She's not just a blob of energy. She's also a 14-year-old hormone bomb. Which one's screwing her up more right now? Spin the bloody wheel. #BTVS
She shouldn't have found out like that./You didn't think you could keep the truth from her forever, did you? Maybe if *you* had been more honest with her in the first place, you wouldn't be trying to make yourself feel better with a round of "Kick The Spike." #BTVS
Oh, yeah. Here it comes. Something goes wrong in your life, blame Spike. News flash, Blondie. If kid sis wants to grab a midnight stroll, she'll find a way sooner or later. I just thought she'd be safer with Big Bad lookin' over her shoulder. #BTVS
“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.” Huh. I guess that's you, nibblet. #BTVS
Nice attempt at casual, Spike. #BTVS
Look, if-if Glory knew that you guys knew where it was I... I-I just didn't want to put you in that kind of danger./As opposed to the other kind we're always in? #BTVS
I just think you're freakin' out 'cause you have to fight someone prettier than you. That is the case, right...?/Glory is evil, and powerful, and in no way prettier than me. #BTVS
All we have to worry about right now is that she's immortal, invulnerable, and insane./A *crazy* hell-god? And the fun just keeps on leaving! #BTVS
Dun, dun, dun!!! #BTVS
The boy? No power there./“The boy” has clocked more field time than all of you combined. He's part of the unit./That's Riley-speak./I've clocked field time. #BTVS
You guys didn't come all the way from England to determine whether or not I was good enough to be let back in... You came to beg me to let *you* back in... to give your jobs, your lives, some semblance of meaning. #BTVS
Daily affirmation:
No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. #BTVS
I will continue my work with the help of my friends.../I-I-I... don't want a sword thrown at me, but-but, civilians, I- we're talking about children./We're talking about two very powerful witches and a thousand-year-old ex-demon./Willow's a demon? #BTVS
You can't stop Glory. You can't do anything with the information you have except maybe publish it in the "Everyone Thinks We're Insane-Os Home Journal." So here's how it's gonna work. You're gonna tell me everything you know. Then you're gonna go away. #BTVS
You're Watchers... Without a Slayer, you're pretty much just watchin' Masterpiece Theater. #BTVS
She came into my home, and we talked. We had what, in her warped brain, probably passes for a civilized conversation. Why? Because she needs something from me, because I have power over her. #BTVS
Glory... came to my home today. Just to talk. She told me I'm a bug. I'm a flea. She could squash me in a second. Only she didn't. #BTVS