Son

D- Buffy? Buffy? Who says you could come in my room?

B- Your not my sister.

D- Thyeah, like I even want to be releated to your nassy..Ow! What are you doing?

B- What are you?

D- get off me!

B- You want to hurt me?

D- Let go you freak!

B- Then you deal with me!

D- I'm telling mom!

B- You, stay away from my mother.

Extrait de Checkpoint

Extrait1

S- Alright then.Ladies, come on in. They're plenty of blood in the frid.

D- Do you mean like real blood?

S- What do you think?

Extrait de Blood ties

B- How was school today?
D- Um, the usual. Big square building filled with boredom and despair.
B- Just how I remember it.

B- Glory is evil. And powerful. And in no way prettier than me.

D- I just think you're getting soft in your advanced age. She didn't look that tough to me.

D- Here open mine.

B- It's not gonna explode isn't it?

D- It's when we visited Dad that summer in San Diego. Um, I put the shells on it myself. We picked them off the beach.

B- I remember...

D- Well, geez, don't get all movies-of-the-week, I was just to cheap to by a real present.

B- Thanks you...

Crie étouffé de Dawn qui essaie de pas se faire repérer.

D- Geez, lurk much?

S- I'm not lurking. I'm standing about. It's a whole different vibe.

D- What is- Are you giving Buffy a birthday present? Oh my god. Weird. And chocolates? Lame. And the box is all bent, and, well, you know she'd never touch anything from you anyway.
S- .Shouldn't you be tucked away in your beddy-bye? All warm and safe where nothing can eat you?
D- (riant) Is that supposed to scare me?

S- A little tremble youldn't hurt.

D- Sorry, it's just, come on. I am badder then you!

S- Are not!

D- Am to. Your standing in the bouches hoging a bench box of chocolats and I'm

S- What? Sneaking out to braid hair and watch Teletubbies with your mates?"

D- No, I'm breaking into the magic shop...to still thing.

S- Magic shop, eh? All number of beasties between here and there. Bet they'd really go for a little red riding hood like you. Bet that wouldn't sit too well with big sister.
D- I can take care of myself.... You want to come still some stuff?

S- Yeah, all right.

Extrait 4 b

D- You want to come still some stuff?

S- Yeah, all right.

Extrait 5

D- Do you know how to do it or not?

S- Just give a sec. Usally, I just burst trow door. Yah, that's right. Who's bad now?

Extrait 6

S- Girl with a mission, eh? What's the caper? Jewels? Ancient artifacts? Or just plain hard cash liberated from the till?
D-A book

S- All this for a book?

Extrait 7

S- Where'd he learn to write so bloody small? From a fruit fly?
D- Wait - here' something. "Tarnis, twelfth century. One of the founders of the Monks of the Order of Dagon. Their sole purpose appears to have been as protectors of the Key."
S- Brown robe types are always protecting something. Only way they can justify giving up girls.

D- "Only those outside reality can see the Key's true nature." Outside reality? What's that mean?
S-Second sight blokes, mostly. Or even just your run-o'-the-mill lunatics.

D- Is this blood?

B- Dawn!

J- Baby!

B- What did you do?

D- This is blood isn't it? It can't be me. I'm not a key. I'm not a thing.

J- Oh sweetie no, what is it all about?

D- What am I? Am I real? Am I anything?

D- Why didn't you tell me?

B- We were going to. I just

J- We thought it will be better if we wait until you were older.

D- How old am I now?

J- Your fourteen sweetheart, you know that.

D- No, the monks, when did....when did...

B- Six month ago.

D- I've only been alive for six month hen?

J- You've been alive a lot longer then that to us.

D- You don't know that! You don't know anything! I'm, I'm just the key right? Everything about me is made up.

J- (murmure) Dawn...

B- Mom and I know what we feel. I know I care about you, I know that I worried about you.

D- You worried about me because you have to. I'm your job! Protect the key, right?

B- I worried because my sister is cutting her self!

D- Yah? How do you know? Maybe it's just another fake memorie from my fake family!

J- sweetheart

D- Get out.

B- Dawn,

D- Get out, get out, GET OUT!!!!!!!

B- Two steaming cups of chocolate goodness courtesy of ... whoever I swiped it from out of the cupboard. Couldn't find any marshmallows. I'll try to steal some for next time.

D- Don't like 'em anyway.
B- What? Is that even possible?

D- Too squishy. When I was five, Buffy told me they were monkey brains, and I-
B- Dawn, was your mom brought back in? Is that why you're here?
D- No. My mom's just fine.
B- Is there anybody I can call? Your sister?
D- I don't have a sister.
B- Oh ... you two have a fight? It's okay, I know how that goes. I got a sister too. They can be a real pain sometimes. I tell you, there've been a lot of nights I wish she didn't exist either.
D- It's not Buffy. It's me. I'm the one that doesn't exist.

B- Look, I know it can feel that way sometimes, but when you're older-
D- No, you don't understand. It's not real. None of this. They made it.
B- Dawn-

D- I'm nothing! I'm just a thing the monks made so Glory couldn't find me. I'm not real.
B- You're the key?
D- How do you know about the key?
B- Go! Before she finds you. Don't ask me how she knows, 'cause she alway knows. Just go.
D- Wait! Calm down, just tell me-
B- You don't understand, you're a kid. You stay, she'll find you. She finds you, she'll hurt you.
D- What's wrong with you?

B- You're what she's been searching for. I am telling you, run. You don't know, you- Oh god. Oh god no, she's coming. I can feel it, you've gotta get out. No ...oh no, she's here! She's here!

G- Hey, don't I know you?

Extrait 9

G- Okay. Small talk over. I'm in a bit of a crunch here, so let's cut right to the ooey gooey center. Your sister, the Slayer, has my key. It's mine, I want it. Do you know where she squirreled it away? There's ice cream and puppydogs in it for you if you start singin'.

D- I'm not sure. What does it look like?
G- Well... the last time I caught a peep ... it was a bright green swirly shimmer. Really brought out the blue in my eyes. But then those sneaky little monks pulledan abracadabra, so now it could look like anything. You see the predicament I'm in.
D- Maybe...
G- Yes?
D- Well, maybe if you ... told me more about it, I'd know if I've seen it.
G- Okay.

Extrait 10

D- So this ... key thing ... it's been around for a long time?

G- Well, not as long as me, but ... yeah. Just this side of forever.
D- Is it evil?
G- Totally!
G- Well, no, not really. I guess it depends on your point of view.
D- What's it for? I mean ... if it's a key, there's gotta be a lock, right?
G- Yes. We have a winner.

D- S-so what does it open?

Extrait 11

G- I smell a fox in my hen house. Is that why you've been playing sugar and spice with old Uncle Ben? Trying to get a peek at Glory's unmentionables?
D- No, I-
G- Shh! I kinda wanna hear me talking right now. Me talking. You know what I'm starting to think? I'm thinking ... that maybe you ... don't have any idea where my key is. Very irritating. Irrational. Know what I mean, tiny snapdragon? Like ... .bugs under my skin. And say, I'm feelin' a little...
D- What's wrong with you?

G- Hey. Hey! This doesn't have to be a complete waste of my precious time. I've been meaning to send the Slayer a message. And I could use a little pick-me-up. Two birds, one stone, and Boom. You have yummy dead birds.

Extrait 12

B- Are you okay? Did she hurt you?
D- Why do you care?
B- Because I love you. You're my sister.
D- No I'm not.
B-Yes you are. (She points out the blood on Dawn's hand.) Look, it's blood. It's Summers blood. (She presses her hand against the wound on her shoulder, and clasps her bloody hand in Dawn's bloody hand.) It's just like mine. It doesn't matter where you came from, or-or how you got here. You are my sister. (She pauses.) There's no way you could annoy me so much if you weren't.

Extrait 13

D- Is she mad about the whole fire thing?

B-I think you sorta have a get-out-of-jail-free card on account of big love and trauma.
D- Really? Okay. Good. You think she'd raise my allowance?
B- Don't push it.

Extrait de Crush

S- Oh, it's you. What are you doing here lurking about?
D- I'm not lurking. I'm looking. What are you doing?
S- Nothing.

Dawn: Does that lead into the sewers or something? Can you show me?
Spike: No! Why are you-- Does Buffy know you're here?

Spike: Go home then.
Dawn: I don't feel like it right now.
Spike: Well, you can't bloody well stay here.
Dawn: Why not?
Spike: Because! I've got things to do. Bad, evil things. That are not for a child's eyes.

Dawn: I'm not a child. I'm not even human. Not originally.
Spike: Well, originally, I was. I got over it. Doesn't seem to me it matters very much how you start out.

Extrait 5

Dawn: I like how you talk to me like I can understand things. Everyone else is being all twitchy and secretive.
Spike: Just trying to keep you safe, I expect.
Dawn: I feel safe with you.
Spike: Take that back.
Dawn: I mean, you have that whole super power thing. And you're just as tough as Buffy is. Maybe tougher.

Extrait 6

Dawn: Buffy thinks so too.
Spike: She does?
Dawn: Well, she's always worried about what she's gonna do if you ever get that chip out of your head.
Spike: Is that right. So... what else does Buffy say about me?

Extrait 7

Dawn: ... and the lady just invited you in?
Spike: Well, I had hubby by the throat, didn't I? Promised her he'd live if she did the invite.
Dawn: And did you? Let him live?
Spike: What do you think?

Spike: Too much for you?
Dawn: No. Keep going.
Spike: I killed 'em right quick, the whole lot.

Extrait de Forever

Spike: I hope it's just dirt you're after. If the spell calls for anything more than that, you're into zombie territory, and that's bad news.
Dawn: Spike, I wasn't-
Spike: I know good and well what you're up to. That book you've got is infamous.
Dawn: Please. Don't tell Buffy. I just - I have to get her back. I have to....
Spike: I'm not gonna tell, little bit. May I help?

Spike: I've never used this bloke's services myself, but there's talk. Word is, he knows everything there is to know about resurrection spells. Come on, now. No worries.
Dawn: You don't have to be all nice to me. I know why you're doing this.
Spike: Do you now? Enlighten me.

Spike: Buffy never hears about this, ok? Found out what I was doing, she'd drive a redwood through my chest.
Dawn: Then, if you don't want credit, why are you helping me?
Spike: I just don't like to see Summers women take it so hard on the chin is all. And I'm dead serious. You breath a word of this to Buffy, I'll see to it that you end up in the ground. You got it?

Dawn: It's here. Just like he said.
Spike: So, at least we know the old coot isn't completely daft. Look, you'd better let me snatch this egg thing on my own.
Dawn: No way. I'm going.
Spike: No. You are not. I've got no idea what's down there.
Dawn: You need me, Spike. Somebody's got to get the egg while you distract the Ghora. Now, come on.
Spike: Well, what do you know? Bitty Buffy.

Extrait 5

Dawn: Doesn't look so bad.
Spike: Wait till it wakes up. That's usually when the bad starts.
Dawn: I can't get to the eggs unless it moves. No way.
Spike: I'll make it move. You just be ready.

Extrait 6

Spike: Dawn! Hey, get away from her! Come on, bastard!
Dawn: Spike, Come on!

Spike: Come on, bastard!Leave it, Dawn.
Dawn: I can't. Mom.
Spike: It's too dangerous and I haven't got... A weapon!

Extrait 7

D- Sorry!
S- Did you get it? Don't be sorry then.

Extrait de Though Love

S- Nothing to be worried about, kid... No one's gonna hurt you.
D- Oh yeah, the same no one who did that to you?
S- What, these? Just a few bruises. Nothing to write home about.

S- Hey, chin up, Platelet. And don't get scared. Maybe Glory doesn't want to kill you. Maybe it's something....
D- Worse?

S- Hey -
D- You want to know what I'm scared of, Spike? Me. Right now, Glory thinks Tara's the Key. But I'm the Key, Spike. I am. And anything that happens to Tara is 'cause of me. Your bruises, your limp... That's all me, too. I'm like a lightning rod for pain and hurt, and everyone around me suffers and dies. I must be something so horrible... to cause so much pain and evil.
S- Rot.
D- What do you know?
S- I'm a vampire. I know something about evil. You're not evil.
D- Maybe I'm not evil but I don't think I can be good.
S- Well, I'm not good, and I'm okay.