- Spike: Ben! Glory! He's a doctor. She's the Beast. Two entirely separate entities sharing one body. It's like a bloody sitcom.
- Glory: Funny, 'cause I look around at this world you're so eager to be a part of, and all I see is six-billion lunatics looking for the fastest ride out. Who's not crazy? Look around. Everyone's drinking, smoking, shooting up, shooting each other, or just plain screwing their brains out 'cause they don't want 'em anymore. *I'm* crazy? Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind. 'Cause at least I admit the world makes me nuts.
- Spike: This is gonna be worth it.
- [slaps Xander on the back of the head]
- Spike, Xander Harris: Ow!
- Spike: Last time. From the top.
- Willow Rosenberg: We should move her. Un-Unless we shouldn't. Should we?
- Anya: Couldn't that make it worse? I think I read that somewhere.
- Xander Harris: I am so large with *not* knowing.
- Willow Rosenberg: Separate.
- [Xander and Spike are magically pushed several feet apart]
- Willow Rosenberg: Buffy's out. Glory has Dawn. Sometime real soon, she's gonna use Dawn to tear down the barrier between every dimension there is, so if you two want to fight, you do it after the world ends, okay? All right. First, we head back to Sunnydale. Xander'll take Giles to a hospital. Anya's looking after Tara, and Spike, you find Glory. Check her apartment. See if she's still there. Try anything stupid like payback and I will get very cranky... Everyone clear?
- Xander Harris: Did you know that... Ben is Glory?
- Buffy Summers: So I'm told. What do we know?
- Rupert Giles: Um, well, uh, according to these scrolls, uh, it's possible for Glory to be stopped. I-I'm afraid it's, um, well, Buffy, I've read these things very carefully and there's not much margin for error... You understand what I'm saying?
- Buffy Summers: Might help if you actually said it.
- Doc: What can I do for you boys? Want some cocoa?
- Spike: No. We need information. We need...
- Xander Harris: Ben's Glory!
- Doc: Who's what?
- Spike: Look at this. Special Ed remembers.
- Xander Harris: Yeah. I do. Ben's Glory, and Glory's Ben. It's like this fog's liftin'.
- Spike: Wonderful. But not why we're here.
- [last lines]
- Buffy Summers: So how do we stop it?
- Rupert Giles: The portal will only close once the blood is stopped. And the only way for that to happen is, um... Buffy, the only way is to kill Dawn.
- [first lines]
- Murk: Quickly, quickly! Already we're behind schedule. Someone's bound for a beheading. Let's make sure it's not me.
- Glory: People. How do the function here like this in the world with all this bile running through them? Every day it's "woooh". You have no control. They aren't even animals. They're just these meatbaggy slaves that... with their hormones and pheromones and their feelings. Hate 'em. I mean really, is this what the poets go on and on about? This? Call me crazy, but as hard core drugs go, human emotion is just useless. People are puppets. Everyone getting jerked around by what they're feeling. Am I wrong? Really, I want to know.