We created a demon? Bad us.

Afterlife

Dawn, trying to get Buffy to say something: There you are. Knew you were under that dirt somewhere. You remember what Mom used to say? "Either wash that neck or plant potatoes." ... Yeah, I never thought it was funny either.

Buffy: Tired.
Anya: Well, yeah. I mean ... jet-lag from hell has gotta be, you know, jet-lag from hell.

Tara: How did he take it?
Willow: Um ... I'm not sure. I mean, glad, but ... kinda weirded out, which I get, you know? Lots of "Dear Lords." And I think I actually heard him cleaning his glasses.

Willow: Okay, what in the frilly heck is going on?
Tara: Maybe we dreamed it.
Willow: Right. Right. Wrong! Different brains.
Tara: Oh yeah.

Anya: I found one of those 24-hour places for coffee. Remember that bookstore? Well, they became one of those books-and-coffee places, and now they're just coffee. It's like evolution, only without the getting-better part.

Anya: Did I look like that? I hope I didn't look like that.
Willow: No, I'm sure you looked really glamorous cutting up your face.

Spike: Willow's getting pretty strong, isn't she? Bringing you back. It's hard to get a good night's death around here.

Spike to Buffy: But I want you to know I did save you. Not when it counted, of course, but ... after that. Every night after that. I'd see it all again ... do something different. Faster or more clever, you know? Dozens of times, lots of different ways. Every night I save you.

Xander: We made a demon? Bad us.
Willow: Thaumogenesis is when doing a spell actually creates a being. In this case it was like, a, a side-effect, I guess. Like a price.
Dawn: What?
Willow: Think of it like, the world doesn't like you getting something for free, and we asked for this huge gift. Buffy. And so the world said, 'Fine, but if you have that, you have to take this too.' And it made the demon.
Anya: Well, technically, that's not a price. That's a gift with purchase.

Anya: What? Why are you smiling? That's inappropriate.
Willow: Because it's temporary.
Xander: What is?
Willow: The demon. It's gonna dissipate. The only way for it to survive on this plane is if it were to kill the subject of the original spell.
Tara: It would live if it killed Buffy?
Willow: That's not gonna...
Xander, possessed: Thanks for the tip.

Dawn, looking at the decapitated demon: That's probably the sort of thing I'm not supposed to see, right?

Buffy: You brought me back. I was in a ... I was in hell. I... I can't think too much about what it was like. But it felt like the world abandoned me there. And then suddenly ... you guys did what you did.
Tara: It was Willow. She knew what to do.
Buffy: Okay. So you did that. And the world came rushing back. Thank you. You guys gave me the world. I can't tell you what it means to me. And I should have said it before.
Willow: You're welcome.
Xander: Welcome home, Buffy.

Buffy: I was happy. Wherever I was ... I was happy. At peace. I knew that everyone I cared about was all right. I knew it. Time didn't mean anything, nothing had form... but I was still me, you know? And I was warm, and I was loved, and I was finished. Complete. I don't understand about theology or dimensions, or ... any of it, really, but I think I was in heaven. And now I'm not. I was torn out of there. Pulled out by my friends. Everything here is hard, and bright, and violent. Everything I feel, everything I touch - this is hell. Just getting through the next moment, and the one after that - knowing what I've lost... They can never know. Never.