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Anya: They could be hurt. Xander could be lying somewhere broken and bleeding...calling out my name.
Tara: Anya...
Anya: Like that, oh god! What if, what if they're really hurt, what if they're dead?
Tara: They're not.
Anya: How do you know?
Tara: Because he's with Willow. And if something...happened, I'd know. And so would you.
Anya: You think?
Tara: I'm sure of it. They're fine.
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Tara: Maybe they got lost, in the woods.
Anya: The woods? Are we going back to the woods? I hate the woods. All those woodsy trees. |
Xander: Okay, this is really starting to grate my cheese. These woods aren't that big. Now, I know we've been going straight because I've been following the North Star.
Willow: Xander, that's not the North Star. It's an airplane.
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Willow: Xander, it's...
Xander: A bug! A big fiery bug! (trying to shoo it away)
Willow: Xander...
Xander: Get off! Do fireflies bite? No, they probably burn, don't they? They - yaa!
Willow: Xander, it's not a bug. It's Tara.
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| Xander: And how long have you known that your girlfriend's Tinkerbell? |
| Anya: Already been looted, sorry! Uh, try the appliance store down the block, they've got great toasters. |
Willow: Where's Dawn and Spike?
Tara: We've been calling the house, but-
Xander: Maybe they're on their way here. I mean, this place is NORAD, and we are at DefCon One.
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| Razor: A symbolic act commemorating the new order around here...and ridding ourselves of any not-so-pleasant reminders of the old. All in one quick, really, really violent fell swoop.
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Anya: it's the Buffy Bot.
Xander: Ah, peachy. No doubt to lead the wild bunch right to us again. Hey Will, next time this thing's damaged, couldn't ya program it to find the nearest Radio Shack, or...
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Anya: What's wrong with her?
Willow: Nothing! She...she's...she's in shock.
Tara: Her hands are bleeding. Her fingers.
Anya: Oh, she's filthy.
Xander: Oh no.
Willow: What?
Xander: No. How could we...so stupid!
Willow: Xander!
Xander: Our spell. Our resurrection spell worked like a magic charm. We brought you back to life, Buffy. Right where we left her.
Willow: Oh god.
Xander: In her coffin.
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| Tara: She had to...dig out of her own grave. |
| Xander: Buffy....it's gonna be all right. We brought you back. You're home now. |
Razor: Alive and kickin' after all! Well, alive, anyway. Not looking too good, though, is she?
Xander: I don't see you winning too many beauty contests...unless the Miss "My Face Fell Off" pageant gets going.
Razor: Big axe you got there.
Xander: The better to cut you down to size, grandma.
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Razor: Ah. So you got a witch in the mix.
Tara: More than one.
Xander: I happen to be a very powerful man-witch myself. Or...male...is it a warlock?
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| Anya: Plus, we have a Slayer here, uh, who might actually be looking to eat some brains, so, I think a little quiet moseying, no hard feelings, and I'm sure your demon horde won't think any the less of you.
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Razor: Whoa. Well, I better back off, or you might, what? Pull a rabbit out of a hat?
Anya: Don't, don't do that! Why would she do that? |
Buffybot: Dawn. You're my sister Dawn. Where did I go?
Dawn: What?
Buffybot: Where did I go? I was here. Here. But then I ran away.
Dawn: I-I don't...
Buffybot: No. Not me. The other Buffy. Yes. The other Buffy.
Dawn: Buffy?
Buffybot: I don't...I don't...know where she ran off to. Maybe-...
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| Spike: Tsk. Look what those filthy buggers done to you. Willow's slap-and-paste job's not gonna do the trick this time. Robot's done.
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| Xander: She's Buffy. She's herself again. You're back, Buffy, you really are. |
Anya: Where's she going?
Tara: Should we follow her?
Willow: I don't know.
Xander: She just...needs some time is all. The important thing is that she's back. She'll be fine.
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| Razor: Now what kind of Slayer is it runs out on her buddies just when they need her the most? |
Willow: Tara!
Tara: Nobody messes with my girl.
Xander: Tara, nice axing.
Tara: My first. |
| Dawn: I'm your sister. Dawn. We were up here...together, and then...you went away. And you don't wanna do that again. I don't know how you're back, but you are, and please, just stay still. Or-or move. But-but towards me. Because the tower was built by crazy people and I don't think it's holding up very well.
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Buffy: Is this hell?
Dawn: No! Buffy, no! You're here...with me. Whatever happened to you, whatever you've been through, it's...it's over now. |
| Buffy: It was so...clear...on this spot. I remember...how...shiny...and clear everything was. But, now... |
| Dawn: You're alive, and you're home. You're home. |
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