Spike (hugging himself and crouched on the floor): Oh God, she won't understand, she won't understand.
Warren: Of course she won't understand, Sparky. I'm beyond her understanding. She's a girl! Sugar and spice and everything... useless unless you're baking. I'm more than that. More than flesh... (morphs into Glory)
Glory: More than blood, I'm... you know, I honestly don't think there's a human word fabulous enough for me. My name will be on everyone's lips, assuming their lips haven't been torn off. Not just yet. That's all right though... (morphs into Adam)
Adam: I can be patient. Everything is well within parameters. She's exactly where I want her to be. So are you, number 17. You're right where you belong. (morphs into the Mayor).
Mayor: So what did you think you'd get a soul and everything would be Jim Dandy? Soul's slippier than a greased weasel, why do you think I sold mine? Hehehe. Well, you probably thought that you'd be your own man, and I respect that. (morphs into Dru)
Drusilla: But you never will. You'll always be mine, and always be in the dark with me. Singing our little songs. You like our little songs, don't you. You've always liked them. Right from the beginning. And that's where were going. (morphs into the Master)
Master: Back to the beginning. At the bang. Not the word, the true beginning. The next few months are going to be quite the ride and I think we'll all learn something about ourselves in the process. You'll learn you're a pathetic schmuck. If it hasn't sunk in already. Look at you, trying to do what's right. Just like her. You still don't get it. It's not about right. Not about wrong. (morphs into Buffy)
Buffy: It's about power.