- Spike: Last night was... God, I'm such a jerk. I can't do this.
- Buffy Summers: Spike?
- Spike: It was the best night of my life... If you poke fun at me, you bloody well better use that, 'cause I couldn't bear it. It may not mean that much to you, but...
- Buffy Summers: I just told you it did.
- Spike: [sighs] Yeah. I hear you say it, but... I've lived for sodding ever, Buffy. I've done everything. I've done things with you I can't spell, but I've never... been close... to anyone, least of all you... until last night. All I did was hold you, watch you sleep... and it was the best night of my life... So, yeah, I'm... terrified.
- Faith: Me, by myself all the time, and I'm looking at you, everything you have, and, I don't know, jealous. And then, there I am. Everybody's looking to me, trusting me to lead them, and I've never felt so alone in my entire life.
- Buffy Summers: Yeah.
- Faith: And that's you every day, isn't it?
- Buffy Summers: I love my friends. I'm very grateful for them. But that's the price, being a Slayer.
- Faith: There's only supposed to be one. Maybe that's why you and I can never get along. We're not supposed to exist together.
- Buffy Summers: Also, you went evil and were killing people.
- Faith: Good point. Also a factor.
- Buffy Summers: But you're right. I mean, I... I guess everyone's alone. But, being a Slayer, there's a burden we can't share.
- Faith: And no one else can feel it. Thank God we're hot chicks with superpowers.
- Anya: Well, there was this other apocalypse this one time. And, well, I took off. But this time, I don't- I don't know.
- Andrew Wells: Well, what's different?
- Anya: Well, I guess I was kinda new to being around humans before. And now I've seen a lot more, gotten to know people, seen what they're capable of and... I guess I just realized how amazingly screwed up they all are. I mean, really, really screwed up in a monumental fashion.
- Andrew Wells: Oh.
- Anya: And they have no purpose that unites them, so they just drift around, blundering through life until they die, which they- they know is coming, yet every single one of them is surprised when it happens to them. They're incapable of thinking about what they want beyond the moment. They kill each other, which is *clearly* insane... And yet, here's the thing... When it's something that really matters, they fight. I mean, they're lame morons for fighting, but they do. They never... They never quit... And so I guess I will keep fighting, too.
- Buffy Summers: You're a dope.
- Spike: I'm a what?
- Buffy Summers: You're a dope, a-and a bonehead, and you're shirty.
- Spike: Have you gone completely Carrot Top?
- Buffy Summers: Do you see this? This may actually help me fight my war. This might be the key to everything and the reason I'm holding it is because of you. Because of the strength that you gave me last night. I am tired of defensiveness and-and weird mixed signals. You know? I have Faith for that. Let's just get to the truth, here, okay? I-I don't know how you felt about last night, but I will not...
- Spike: Terrified.
- Xander Harris: I just always thought that I would... that I would be there with you... you know, for the end.
- Buffy Summers: Hey!
- Xander Harris: Well, not that this is the end.
- Buffy Summers: Thanks a lot.
- Xander Harris: No, no, no, no. Uh, by "the end," I-I meant, uh... heroic in an uplifting way. See, I'm still optimistic. You're just thrown off a little by this gritty-looking eye patch.
- Buffy Summers: I know what you meant.
- Xander Harris: I should be at your side. That's all I'm saying.
- Buffy Summers: You will be. You're my strength, Xander. You're the reason I made it this far.
- [inspecting the scythe]
- Rupert Giles: In addition to being ancient, it's, well, it's clearly mystical.
- Buffy Summers: Yeah, I figured that one out when I King Arthured it out of the stone.
- Anya: I don't know. You might survive.
- Andrew Wells: No, *you* might survive... You know how to handle a weapon, and you've been in this world for, like, a thousand years. I'm not so...
- [sighs]
- Andrew Wells: I don't think I'll be okay. I'm cool with it... I think I'd like to finish out as one of those lame humans trying to do what's right.
- Anya: Yeah.
- Andrew Wells: So, wheelchair fight?
- Buffy Summers: I trust you with my life. So I need you to do this for me.
- Xander Harris: Okay.
- Buffy Summers: Also, you can't shoot a bow and arrow anymore. And-And every time you pick up a sword I worry that you're gonna break one of our good lamps.
- Xander Harris: Hey!
- Buffy Summers: Don't look at me. You're the one who said I'm gonna die.
- Xander Harris: I never said you were gonna die. I- I *implied* that you were gonna die. It's totally different.
- Buffy Summers: Yeah, okay. Sure.
- Xander Harris: Besides, if you die, I'll just bring you back to life. That's what I do.
- Buffy Summers: What is it?
- Guardian: A weapon. A scythe... forged in secrecy for one like you who... I'm sorry. What's your name?
- Buffy Summers: Buffy.
- Guardian: No, really.
- Andrew Wells: That was kinda beautiful. You... You love humans.
- Anya: I do not!
- Andrew Wells: Yes, you do. You loooove them.
- Anya: Stop it! I don't love them! And I'll kill you if you tell anybody!
- [Anya takes a swig from a bottle]
- Andrew Wells: H-Hey! We're supposed to use that to sterilize wounds. Mr. Giles said.
- Anya: Come on. What does it really matter?
- [Anya hands the bottle to Andrew]
- Andrew Wells: Hmm. Good point.
- [Andrew takes a swig]
- Anya: Giles knows his single malt antiseptics.
- Xander Harris: Buffy, do you get that? If I do this, that's it for me for this fight. I feel like you're puttin' me out to pasture.
- Buffy Summers: Of course I'm not putting you out to pasture. What does that even mean?
- Xander Harris: Well, you know, it's like, uh, when a cow gets old and loses an eye, or its ability to be milked, the farmer takes it and puts it in a different pasture so it won't have to... fight... with the priests.
- [chuckles]
- Xander Harris: Look, I don't need you to protect me.
- Buffy Summers: I'm not.
- Caleb: I'm sorry. I didn't catch that last part on account of her neck snappin' and all. Did she say the end is near, or here?
- Spike: And you did it. Fulfilled your mission. Found the Holy Grail or the Holy Hand Grenade, or whatever the hell that is.
- Buffy Summers: Right now, we're going with scythe. You like?
- Spike: Well, pointy and wooden is not exactly the look I want to know better, but it does have flair.
- Willow Rosenberg: [about using magic] If I- I tried something big, I'd change, and- and then it's all black hair and-and veins and lightning bolts. I can hardly do a locator spell without getting dark roots.
- Andrew Wells: Oh, and there's a box of ointment, here. I used one of these on a rash once.
- Anya: Oh. Show me.
- Andrew Wells: Well, it-it-it's healed up, but it was red and crusty with these little itchy places.
- Anya: Show me the box full of ointments, you little freak.
- Guardian: We forged it in secrecy and kept it hidden from the Shadow Men, who...
- Buffy Summers: Yeah, met those guys. Didn't really care too much for 'em.
- Andrew Wells: I like the real bandages better. These bedsheets are awfully festive.
- [Groans]
- Anya: Yeah. They're gonna look like mortally wounded Easter baskets.
- Injured Girl: What?
- Anya: Oh.
- [Anya takes a drink from a bottle of scotch]
- Andrew Wells: H-Hey! We're supposed to use that to sterilize wounds. Mr. Giles said.
- Anya: Come on. What does it really matter?
- Andrew Wells: Hmm. Good point.
- [Andrew takes a drink of the scotch]
- Anya: Giles knows his single-malt antiseptics.
- Andrew Wells: [Groans] Everything's horrible.
- Anya: Yep. Many of these girls will die. A slaughterhouse is what it is.
- Injured Girl: What?
- Anya: Oh. Trying to talk will just kill you sooner.
- Andrew Wells: We need supplies, and not just bandages and junk. These-these girls need stitches and painkillers.
- Anya: Yeah, well, I could use a cookie but I'm not making reckless wishes.
- Andrew Wells: No. No. We can do it. The hospital, it's gotta be all abandoned like the grocery store. Supplies just lying around for the taking. I'm going in.
- [Takes another drink]
- Anya: You are?
- Andrew Wells: And you're coming with me.
- Anya: I am?
- Andrew Wells: Well, I think you should drive, 'cause that scotch made me a little dizzy.
- Anya: Okay. I'll get Kennedy to watch the girls. She's tough. Imminent death won't bother her.
- Injured Girl: What?