Well, uh... something... something, um, very strange is happening.

I'm just going to stay and clean up a little. I'll be back in the Middle Ages.

This weekend, the night of St. Vigeous, our power shall be at its peak. When I kill her, it'll be the greatest event since the crucifixion. And I should know. I was there.

Giles lived for school. He's actually still bitter that there are only twelve grades.

Tardy people show. And yes, he did notice, so he wanted me to give you this. [hands Buffy an egg]

Well, go on, make a wish.

Have we met?

I'm glad to see you've recovered from your psychic encounter more or less intact. Feel up to some training?

I personally don't think it's possible to come up with a crazier plan.

You love that tunnel more than me.

Yes. Cash equals good.

Am I right, Giles?

You English men are always so... bloody hell! Sodding, blimey, shagging, knickers, bollocks. Oh god... I'm English.

I must be a vampire with a soul. I'm a good guy on a mission of redemption. I help the helpless!

I don't want to be the One.

There is a certain dramatic irony attached to all this. A synchronicity that borders on predestination, one might say.

I gave birth to a pterodactyl.

The Slayer does not walk in this world.

Soon he'll be sweating. I'm imagining having sex with him again.

Honey, we need to talk about the invitations. Now, do you want to be 'William the Bloody' or just 'Spike,' because either way it's gonna look majorly weird.

Yeah, right, you're marrying Spike because you're so right for each other.

And they burst in, rescuing us, without even knocking? I mean, this is really all their fault.

World is what it is. We fight, we die. Wishing doesn't change that.

C'mon, who's the man?

Hey, Riley! What's the (imitates Riley's hand signal) all about?