Dawn: [after her first kiss] Shiver me timbers.
...
Justin: That was your first kiss.
Dawn: I've been kissed before. I kiss all the time, not that I'm a kiss slut. Just with the lips and the pressing together and stuff. Hey, expert here! OK, OK, that was my first kiss.

Dawn: Alone time always translates into let's get Dawn out of the house so we can have loud, obnoxious sex.
Anya: [to Xander] Does that mean we can't?

Dawn: Anya's going to try to cook. Want to watch the tears and recriminations?

Dawn: Candles! We can't have candles?
Buffy: Dawn, it's magic clearance, everything must go.
Dawn: But they're just candles.
Buffy: Yeah, well, to you and me they're just candles, but to witches they're like... bongs.

Dawn: Destroyer of the universe. Guess cutting school doesn't seem so bad now, huh.

Dawn: I just think you're freakin' out 'cause you have to fight someone prettier than you. That is the case, right?
Buffy: Glory is evil. And powerful. And in no way prettier than me.

Dawn: I know why you're doing this. I mean,you're practically stalking my sister
Spike: Its not that. I just don't like to see Summers women taking it on the chin. And I mean what I said earlier. You tell her about this, I'll put you in the ground as well.

Dawn: I'm sorry to disappoint...wait, is that happy crying?
Buffy: Yes, dummy. You think I wanted the world to end?
Dawn: I don't know. Didn't you?
...
Buffy: I don't want to protect you from the world. I want to show it to you.

Dawn: Oh, come on, Tara. I am so old enough to do research. Do you really think I'm not mature enough?
Tara: I think you're very mature for your age ... but you're still only fifteen.
Dawn: Right. Fifteen, as in teenager. You know, if you don't let me look at the pictures, I'm gonna learn everything I know about demons on the street.
Tara: [sighs and hands Dawn a book] Knock yourself out.
Dawn: Thank you. See? No biggie. I can totally handle it.
[Dawn opens the book to the first page]
Dawn: That's a weird place for a horn... [stares at the page, then closes the book, shaken] That's not a horn.
...
Buffy: [seeing Dawn doing research] You do research now? Would you like a cappuccino and a pack of cigarettes to go with that?

Dawn: So what are you supposed to be?
Anya: An angel.
Dawn: Oh, shouldn't you have wings?
Anya: Um, no, this is a special kind of angel called a Charlie. We don't have wings, we just skate around with perfect hair fighting crime.

Dawn: Well, if she's doing that--ducking Giles--then, she's evil, right?
Xander: Well, I've avoided Giles tons of times. Just meant I was lazy, not evil.
Buffy: I hope you're right, because defeating Lazy Willow -- probably less hard.

Dawn: You want me to name you?
Buffy: Oh, that's sweet, but I think I can name myself. I'll name me... "Joan".
Dawn: Ugh.
Buffy/Joan: What? Did you just "ugh" my name?
Dawn: No, I just... I mean, Joan, it's so blah.
Buffy/Joan: I like it. I feel like a "Joan".
Dawn: Fine, that's your purgative.
Buffy/Joan: "Prerogative".
Dawn: Whatever, Joan.
Buffy/Joan: Whatever, Umad.
Buffy/Joan/Dawn: [unison.] Boy, you're a pain in the... / Boy, you're bossy!
Dawn: Do you think we're-
Buffy: Sisters?
[They smile and hug each other.]
Spike: [watching them hug] [to Giles] You never showed me affection like that... [Giles looks at him, bewildered] I'd wager.

Demon: Big axe you got there.
Xander: Better to cut you down to size, grandma.

Demon: Not looking too good.
Xander: I don't see you winning any beauty pageants. Not unless the "Miss my face fell off" contest gets going.

Devon MacLeish: What does a girl have to do to impress you?
Oz: Well, it involves a feather boa and the theme to A Summer Place. I can't discuss it here.
Devon: You're too picky, man. Do you know how many girls you could have? You're lead guitar, Oz. It's currency!
Oz: I'm not picky. You're just impressed by any pretty girl that can walk and talk.
Devon: She doesn't have to talk.