"Dawn? What the hell were you thinking? 'Yes, let's try pizza sauce juggling while Buffy's wearing her favorite tank-top?' Seriously, are you brain-damaged, or was I this stupid when I was teen? Please, mom, say it ain't so!"
"Buffy—"
"Buffy—"
"My favorite tank-top."
"Is this some kind of delayed reaction to sucking face with the Prince of Darkness?"
"I won't have you girls arguing tonight—I just can't deal with it tonight—the gallery has a gala opening in—I'll be in my room if you need me."
"Dawn, look what you did!"
"Me? You're the one having a 10-megaton freakout. Just chill, it'll come out."
"Chill? Chill? If you're not in the laundry room stain-removing in like ten seconds, I'll show you a new definition of 'chill'."
"Lame comeback."
"Dawn, I'm warning you…"
"Yeah whatever. I'll be out on the porch."