Willow: I feel lousy.
Giles: Turkey came out rather splendidly.
Buffy: Oh, it was yummy.
Willow: It's just...Did you see me? 2 Seconds of conflict with an indigenous person, and I turned into general custer.
Giles: Violence does that. Instinct takes over.
Spike: Yeah, that's the fun.
Buffy: Nobody asked you.
Spike: Oh, lay off. You all had a fine meal.
Willow: But me...An entire siege.
Spike: You'd think one of you would bleed a little.
Giles: Good work, Buffy... on both counts.
Buffy: Thanks.
Giles: Well, you know, you should be very pleased.
Buffy: Wasn't exactly a perfect thanksgiving.
Willow: I don't know. Seemed kinda right to me. A bunch of anticipation, a big fight, and now we're all sleepy. And we did all survive.
Buffy: I guess that much is true.
Buffy: First thanksgiving on my own, and we all got through it.
Xander: And you know what? I think my syphilis is clearing right up.
Buffy: And they say romance is dead. Or maybe they just wish it.
Willow: Well, maybe we started a new tradition this year. Maybe not. But at least we all worked together. It was like old times.
Xander: Yeah, especially with Angel being here and everything.