BUFFY: Will, anything in those books about how to stop a native american spirit guy? Some nice, non-judgmental way to, you know, kill him?

WILLOW: I'm not gonna help you kill him. I'm not on board.

BUFFY: What choice do we have?

WILLOW: Buffy, this isn't a western. We're not at fort...Giles with the cavalry coming to save us. It's one lonely guy. Oppressed warrior guy who's just trying to...

BUFFY: Kill a lot of people?

WILLOW: I didn't say he was right.

BUFFY: Will, you know how bad I feel about this. It's eating me up-- (To Anya.) 1/4 Cup of brandy and let it simmer-- (To Willow.) But even though it's hard, we have to end this. Yes, he's been wronged, And I personally would be ready to apologize--

SPIKE: Oh, someone put a stake in me.

XANDER: You got a lot of volunteers in here.

SPIKE: I just can't take all this mamby-pamby boo-hooing about the bloody indians.

BUFFY: Uh, the preferred term--

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 going around saying, "I came, I conquered, I felt really bad about it." The history of the world isn't people making friends. You had better weapons, and you massacred them. End of story.

BUFFY: Well, I think the spaniards actually did a lot of-- Not that I don't like spaniards.

SPIKE: Listen to you. How you gonna fight anyone with that attitude?

WILLOW: We don't wanna fight anyone.

BUFFY: I just wanna have thanksgiving.

SPIKE: Heh heh. Yeah...Good luck.

WILLOW: 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: Maybe it's the syphilis talking, but... Some of that made sense.

GILES: I made these points earlier, but fine, no one listens to me.