Buffy Summers: Wil, you know how bad I feel about this. Okay? It's eating me up...
[to Anya]
Buffy Summers: A quarter cup of brandy and let it simmer.
[to Willow]
Buffy Summers: ... but even though it's hard, we have to end this. Yes, he's been wronged, and I personally would be ready to apologize, but I...
Spike: Oh, someone put a stake in me.
Xander Harris: You got a lot of volunteers in *here*.
Spike: I just can't take all this namby-pamby boo-hooing about the bloody Indians.
Willow Rosenberg: Uh, the preferred term is...
Spike: You won. All right? You came in and you killed them, and you took their land. That's what conquering nations do. It's what Caesar did, and he's not goin' around saying, "I came, I conquered, I felt really bad about it." The history of the world is not people making friends. You had better weapons, and you massacred them. End of story.
Buffy Summers: Well, I think the Spaniards actually did a lot of...
[to Willow]
Buffy Summers: Not that I don't like Spaniards.
Spike: Listen to you. How you gonna fight anyone with that attitude?
Willow Rosenberg: We don't wanna fight anyone.
Buffy Summers: I just wanna have Thanksgiving.
Spike: [laughs] Yeah... Good luck.
Willow Rosenberg: Well, if we could talk to him...
Spike: You exterminated his race. What could you possibly say that would make him feel better? It's kill or be killed here. Take your bloody pick.
Xander Harris: Maybe it's the syphilis talking, but... some of that made sense.