[Riley is about to touch the meteorite]
Anya : Is it hot? 'Cause, uh, if there's radiation you could, like, go all sterile.
[Riley recoils and Xander scampers away to be behind Anya]
Riley Finn : No, it's not hot. It's warm. And broken... And sort of...
Rupert Giles : Hollow.
Riley Finn : Yeah.
Anya : So, uh, we're all thinking the same thing, right?
Xander Harris : Festive piñata? Delicious candy?
Willow Rosenberg : Something evil crashed to earth in this and then broke out and slithered away to do badness.
Rupert Giles : In all fairness, I don't think we know about the slithered part.
Anya : Oh no. I'm sure it frisked about like a fluffy lamb.
Willow Rosenberg : You know what's weird?
Tara Maclay : Japanese commercials are weird.
Willow Rosenberg : Yes. And also, you know, some of the stars we're looking at... don't even exist anymore. In the time that it takes for their light to reach us, they've died, exploded. Poof.
Tara Maclay : Were, um... were things rough at the hospital?
Willow Rosenberg : Care package! Special delivery for the Summers girls. Now, let's see what I have in this sack of mine. I feel just like Santa Claus, except thinner and younger, and female and, well, Jewish.