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| Anya: Um, everything on this table's half off. Including the table. |
| Anya: Buy one eyeball, get the second one free! |
Xander: Arrr! Careful, me mateys! These be fireflies spat from a volcano off the coast of Katmandu. Arr!
Little Boy: You're not a real pirate! Real pirates live on boats and don't look stupid!
Xander: Oh, a salty swabbie! Maybe you be fishin' for the taste...of me hook! |
Dawn: So what are you supposed to be?
Anya: An angel.
Dawn: Oh. Shouldn't you have wings?
Anya: Oh no, this is a special kind of angel called a Charlie. We don't have wings, we just skate around with perfect hair fighting crime. Where's your costume? (skates away)
Dawn: Like I'm six years old? Halloween's so lame.
Anya: But you get to dress up, and play games! Xander's gonna teach me a new one after workcalled Shiver Me Timbers. Ever play?
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Anya: How 'bout you, ever play Shiver Me Timbers?
Tara: I'm not really much for the timber. |
Anya: We're running low on mandrake root. Check the basement.
Buffy: Don't blame me if we have this conversation over and over...and over...and over, and over.
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Buffy: What are you doing lurking down here?
Spike: Came through the tunnels. (holds up a handful of vines) Running low on burba weed. Stir it in with the blood. Makes it all hot 'n spicy.
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Buffy: Where's the mandrake root?
Spike: Um...here. Only three to a jar. Tend to go a bit wonky if you cram them too close. |
Spike: Feel like a bit of the rough and tumble?
Buffy: What?
Spike: Me...you...
Spike: Patrolling? Hello?
Buffy: Oh. Uh...I...should stay. Maybe tomorrow.
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Spike: It's not like I don't already have plans. Great Pumpkin's on in twenty.
Buffy: So much easier to talk to when he wanted to kill me.
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Buffy: What happened to Xander?
Giles: He kept poking me with his hook. I sent him over to charmed objects. With any luck he'll poke the wrong one and end up in an alternative dimension inhabited by a 50-foot Giles that squishes annoying teeny pirates.
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Giles: Buffy, you've been patrolling every night this week. Besides, it's Halloween, it's the one time of the year that supernatural threats give it a well-deserved rest. As should you.
Buffy: Yeah, what about costumes that take over your personality? Or, wee little Irish fear-demon-y thingies?
Giles: Yes, well, if anything calamitous should happen, history suggests it'll happen to one of us.
Buffy: Right, exactly, so I should patrol to avoid any of that—and I'm bagging.
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| Dawn: Come again!....Uhh! In a zillion years. |
| Xander: Store go boom. Arrr. |
| Anya: That was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced. |
Anya: What you all did for me tonight ... the astounding heaps of money you helped me...us acquire. All I can say is,
I hope we make as much tomorrow.
Buffy: Tomorrow?
Anya: Oh, post-holiday clearance. The cornerstone of retail.
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Giles: Brooms all around, then.
Willow: Or I could whip up a jaunty self-cleaning incantation, it'll be like Fantasia.
Giles: We all know how splendidly that turned out for Mickey.
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Dawn: You do this every night?
Anya: Every time I close out the cash register. The dance of capitalist superiority.
Xander: I'm gonna marry that girl.
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Xander: Hey, everybody. Can I, um, uh, there's something Anya and I wanna tell you.
Anya: Now?
Xander: Now....We're getting married. |
Anya: I thought you were waiting for the right moment?
Xander: I did. |
Buffy: Did you know about this?
Giles: No. Unless I blocked it from my memory, much as I will Xander's vigorous use of his tongue.
Buffy: Is that why you're always cleaning your glasses? So you don't have to see what we're doing?
Giles: Tell no one.
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Anya: And he said he couldn't imagine the rest of his life without me, and then he gave me this!
Xander: Which I'll be paying for the rest of my life.
Dawn: Can I try it on?
Anya: Oh, absolutely not.
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Giles: Where I come from, this sort of thing requires much in the way of libation.
Xander: God save the queen!
Buffy: Sorry we couldn't do the big fancy. You kinda caught us with our parties down.
Anya: Oh, that's okay. This is just the first premarital celebration. There'll be lots more. With gifts.
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| Anya: This is so much better than the way it usually looks. Thank you. |
Buffy: You're getting married! You!
Xander: Me. Choking.
Buffy: Oh, sorry. I just, I can't believe it. Seems like only yesterday you had to pay a girl to date you.
Xander: Like I'd ever pay...Define 'date.'
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Buffy: I was only out of commission for three months. How many other things have changed since I've been away?
Dawn: Ooh, I got a tattoo!
Buffy: What?!
Willow: Which is why we told her no.
Dawn: Just a little one?
Buffy: Over my dead body. The kind that doesn't come back.
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Janice: Hey Summers. Did you get over the wall okay?
Dawn: Yeah. My sister thinks I'm staying at your house.
Janice: Ahh. The Mominator thinks I'm staying at yours. Can't believe they fell for that one, like, own a TV.
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| Giles: Anya is a wonderful former vengeance demon, I'm sure you'll spend many years of...non-hell-dimensional bliss. |
Giles: Is she moving in with you?
Xander: Um...
Giles: You know, with your combined incomes, you might think about a down payment on a house.
Xander: Like the kind you *live* in?
Giles: No rush. I'm sure you have plenty to think about with the arrangements for the wedding and so on. You've got the rest of your lives to plan the rest of your lives.
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| Anya: So I was thinking maybe a June wedding. But then I remembered that they always had the highest percentage of calls for vengeance. So now I'm leaning towards as soon as damn possible. I mean, mortal life being so short, we gotta get in as much marital bliss as we can before we wither and die.
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Anya: I mean, there's just so much to consider, though, I mean, planning the wedding, and, and new cars, house and babies. You have to plan for babies, or they just run roughshod over your entire existence.
Xander: Yeah, y...you gotta know what to call 'em before they hit college.
Giles: Ah. Rupert is an exceptionally strong name.
Anya: Ha ha ha! Yeah, if we want our progeny to eat paste and have their lunch money stolen.
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Buffy: Look, all that matters is that they're happy. Everything else is thick gravy goodness.
Anya: I know. I mean, I am the luckiest ex-demon in the world. I mean, to be able to find the one person in all dimensions that I was meant to be with, and have everything work out exactly as I dreamed. I mean, how often does the universe allow that to happen?
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Buffy: You okay?
Xander: Yeah. I just...it's just, I didn't think it would be so much.
Buffy: But this is good. I mean, this is ... love and celebration and moving forward. Anya's right. This is the way life's supposed to work out.
Xander: Right. Deep pools of ooey delight. I'm wallowing, not drowning.
Buffy: Definite wallow action.
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Dawn: Yep, way down there at the bottom of the rung. Actually? Kinda under those little rubber feet they use to keep the ladder steady.
Justin: Hey, those are important.
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Willow: Hey, we were just gettin' our dance on.
Giles: That was Janice's mother on the telephone. Apparently Janice said that she was staying here tonight.
Xander: Ahh, they're dipping into the classics. You gotta respect that.
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| Dawn: I've been kissed before. I, I kiss all the time. Not that I'm a kiss slut. Just, you know, with, with the lips and, and the pressing together and stuff? Big expert here.
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Tara: Do you think Dawn might have come here?
Willow: It's where I'd be if I were fifteen and on the lam.
Tara: Really?
Willow: Well, not me at fifteen, 'cause, hello, spaz.
Tara: You?
Willow: Yeah. Hard to believe such a hot mama-yama came from humble, geek-infested roots?
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Tara: Willow, you are using too much magic. What do you want me to do, just, just sit back and keep my mouth shut?
Willow: Well, that'd be a good start.
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Spike: You know...in civilized cultures, that's called trespassing.
Buffy: Good thing you're uncivilized. We got trouble. |
Spike: No, it's okay, Giles was by here earlier looking for you. Dawn and her little friend pulled a Houdini. Up to a bit of candy-corn mischief, I suspect.
Buffy: Wait, she's out there running around by herself?
Spike: Yeah, kids these days, eh?
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| Giles: Mist...cemetery...Halloween. Should end well. |
Giles: Janice?
Janice: He bit me. That jerk bit me!
Zack: Like you weren't asking for it.
Giles: I feel certain she wasn't.
Zack: What do you know about it, grandpa?
Giles: Quite a bit actually.
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Buffy: Were you parking?! With a vamp?
Dawn: I-I didn't know he was dead!
Justin: Living dead.
Dawn: Shut up! |
Dawn: Oh, like you've never fallen for a vampire?
Buffy: That was different.
Dawn: It always is when it's you. |
Vampire: What is your malfunction, man?
Spike: It's Halloween, you nit! We take the night off. Those are the rules.
Vampire: Me and mine don't follow no stinkin' rules! We're rebels!
Spike: No. I'm a rebel. You're an idiot.
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Spike: Guess I should bugger off. Something about big bads not venturing far from their crypts on Halloween.
Buffy: Good fight. |
Buffy: How's your face?
Giles: Oh, still ruggedly handsome. 'Grandpa,' indeed. Ow. |
Buffy: She's taking it pretty hard.
Giles: Well, it's not surprising. Still, we can't ignore this kind of behavior. Something needs to be done before it spins out of control.
Buffy: You're right. I'm glad you're here to take care of it. Don't be too hard on her, okay?
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Giles: We need to have a conversation.
Dawn: This the part where you tell me you're not angry...just disappointed?
Giles: Pretty much. Except for the bit about not being angry.
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Willow: Joke. I don't think I could really-
Tara: You know what, can, can we not do this now? I'm tired. (gets into bed)
Willow: Okay. Let's just forget it ever happened......forget.
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