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Xander: I don’t know, I was going for ferocious, scary, but it’s coming out more dryly sardonic.
Willow: It does appear to be mocking you with its eye holes.
Oz: The nose hole seems sad and full of self-loathing.
Xander: What do you think, Buff?
Buffy: I was just thinking about the life of a pumpkin. Grow up in the sun–happily entwined with others, then someone comes along, cuts you open and...rips your guts out.
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Xander: There's a party?
Willow: We didn’t tell you?
Xander: No, it’s cool. You guys got your little college thing. I’m fine. I mean, I got better things to do than tag along to some Fraternity.
Willow: You can come.
Xander: Okay. But only because I lied about having better things to do.
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Buffy: Well, no one’s pushing. You know, if it’s too much don’t do it.
Willow: Don’t do it? What kind of encouragement is that?
Buffy: This is an ‘encouragement’ talk? I thought it was ‘share my pain'.
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Willow: I don’t know. Then again, what is college for if not experimenting? You know, maybe I can handle it. I’ll know when I’ve reached my limit.
Oz: Wine coolers?
Buffy: Magic.
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| Buffy: I just don’t want to deal with this right now.I’m taking a holiday from dealing, happily vacationing in the land of not coping.
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Giles: (answering the door) Happy Hallow–Hello, Buffy.
Buffy: Oh...my...God.
Giles: It’s a sombrero.
Buffy: And it’s on your head.
Giles: It seemed festive. Come in. Candy?
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Buffy: What is going on here? You hate Halloween.
Giles: I never said any such thing. As my Watcher’s duties took precedence, I simply haven’t taken time to, well, to embrace its inherent charms—until now. Look, look! It’s alive! See, how he shakes? Is-is there something you wanted?
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| Giles: Creatures of the night shy away form Halloween. They find it all much too crass. |
Anya: A costume?
Xander: Dress up, you know, something–scary.
Anya: Scary. Scary how?
Xander: Anya, you ex-demon, terrorized mankind for centuries. I’m sure you’ll come up with something.
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Buffy: Excuse me, Professor Walsh? I came to get today’s assignments. I, uh, couldn’t make it to class for personal reasons.
Walsh: Right. I count four limbs, a head no visible scarring, so I assume your personal issue wasn’t a life threatening accident of any kind, I’m therefore uninterested. You got problems, solve them on your own time. Miss another class and you’re out.
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| Willow: No, I just meet you at your place. Yeah, Buffy said she was coming but I haven’t seen her. We have to make sure she has fun. We have to force fun upon her. And if Parker shows up we just - ax-murder him. That’s Halloweeny! Okay, I’ll see you in a little bit.
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Xander: Hey, Red. What you got in the basket, little girl?
Buffy: Weapons.
Xander: Oh. |
Xander: Bond. James Bond. Insurance, you know, in case we get turned into our costumes again. I’m going for cool, secret agent guy.
Buffy: I hate to break it to you, but you’ll probably end up cool head waiter guy.
Xander: As long as I’m cool and wield some kind of power.
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| Buffy: Terrifying. If I were Abbott and Costello this would be fairly traumatic. |
Xander: Look, maybe it’s nothing. Maybe it’s just a neat trick. You know, something done with wires or...
Disembodied voice: RELEASE ME!
Xander: Or, it might be something else.
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| Oz: Cowering in a closet is starting to seem like a reasonable plan. |
Anya: Are you listening? Xander is trapped!
Giles: Uh, ah, where is Buffy and the others?
Anya: They’re trapped, too, but we’ve got to save Xander!
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Buffy: Conjuring. Will, let’s be realistic here. Okay, your basic spells are usually only fifty-fifty.
Willow: Oh yeah? Well–so's your face!
Buffy: What?! What does that mean?
Willow: I’m not your sidekick!
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Xander: (looking in a mirror) There I am. I didn’t go anywhere. Great. Now I just have to live with the fact that no one else can see me.
Severed head: I can see you.
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| Dead frat guy: They all ran away from you. They always will. Open your heart to someone and...but don’t fret, little girl, you’re not alone. Anymore.
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Xander: I’d offer my opinion but you jerks aren’t gonna hear it anyway. Not that ‘didn’t go to college’ boy has anything important to say. I might as well hang out my new best friend, bleeding dummy head, for all you dorks care.
Buffy: What is wrong with you?
Xander: You heard that? You can see me? Good. Oh God, good.
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Buffy: Our fears are manifesting it. We’re feeding it. We need to stop.
Xander: If we’re close our eyes and say it’s a dream it’ll stab us to death! These things are real.
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| Xander: Giles? Everyone, it’s Giles! With a chainsaw. Glad you could make it. |
| Giles: I have it, I have it. Uhm, ‘The summoning spell for Gachnar can be shut down in one of two ways. Destroying the mark of Gachnar—(Buffy walks over to the symbol and puts her fist through it, putting a hole in the floorboards)—Is not one of them and will in fact immediately bring forth the fear demon itself.
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Gachnar: I am the dark lord of nightmares! The bringer of terror! Tremble before me. Fear me!
Willow: He...he’s so cute!
Gachnar: Tremble!
Xander: Who’s a little fear demon? Come on! Who’s a little fear demon!
Giles: Don’t taunt the fear demon.
Xander: Why, can he hurt me?
Giles: No, it’s just–tacky.
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| Buffy: There is no problem that cannot be solved by chocolate. |
Xander: That’s your scary costume?
Anya: Bunnies frighten me. |
Giles: Oh, bloody hell. The inscription!
Buffy: What’s the matter?
Giles: I should have translated the Gaelic inscription under the illustration of Gachnar.
Buffy: What’s it say?
Giles: 'Actual size'.
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