You trusting fool. How do you know the other world is any better than this?
I'm eleven hundred and twenty years old. Just gimme a frickin' beer!
You know, you can laugh, but I have witnessed a millennium of treachery and oppression from the males of the species, and I have nothing but contempt for the whole libidinous lot of them.
When I think that something could happen to you, it feels bad inside, like I might vomit.
I like you. You're funny and you're nicely shaped. And, frankly, it's ludicrous to have these interlocking bodies and not... interlock. Please remove your clothing now.
It's been exactly one week since we copulated. Did you forget?
To commemorate a past event, you kill and eat an animal. It's a ritual sacrifice... with pie.
I only wish I had my powers back. I'd liquefy his entrails for her.
This isn't a relationship! You don't need me. All you care about is lots of orgasms.
I'm sorry, that was rude. Please continue your story. Hopefully it involves treacle and a headmaster.
Yes, we've enjoyed spanking.
Buffy: Maggie tried to kill me. Anya: It didn't work, but they're all upset anyway.
We're going to light a bunch of candles and have sex near them.
Oh, okay. Say you really like shrimp a lot or we could say you don't like shrimp at all. 'Blah, I wish there weren't any shrimp' you'd say to yourself…
A year and a half ago, I could have eviscerated him with my thoughts. Now I can barely hurt his feelings. Things used to be so much simpler.
Anya: Slap my hand now! Giles: Beg your pardon? Anya: In celebration.
Hey! We worked really hard getting that. Xander delivered clothing.
You can't go like that. They won't even interview you if you're naked.
Quiet! You'll miss the humorous conclusion.
I doubt he'd remember me. I was just a silly young thing. I mean, like, seven hundred or so. But he did say that this guy I cursed was doomed forever, which was really sweet, don't you think?
Oh! I'm so pleased! Can I trade in the children for more cash?
Buffy has super-strength. Why don't we just load her up like one of those little horses?
Oh! Who put the monkey head near the Styx Water? Do we want to pick exploded monkey out of our hair?
But I have their money. Who cares what kind of day they have?
What kind of demon is she? There's a lot of different kinds. Some are very, very evil… and some have been considered to be useful members of society.
Are we not being covert enough?
I for one didn't want to start my day with a slaughter... which really just goes to show how much I've grown!
Yup. Space lamb got him.
That's so very humorous. Make fun of the ex-demon! I can just hear you in private: 'I dislike that Anya. She's newly human and strangely literal.'
I have finesse! I have finesse coming out of my bottom! I can completely lie to the health inspector. I can, you know, distract him with coy smiles, and bribe him with money and goods.
Anya Christina Emanuella Jenkins, 20 years old, born on the 4th of July, and don't think there weren't jokes about that my whole life, Mister, 'cause there were. 'Who's our little patriot?' they'd say, when I was younger, and therefore smaller and shorter than I am now.
You make a very pretty little girl!
Xander, I think you may have hurt his feelings.
Oh, at first it was confusing. Just the idea of computers was like... whoa! I'm eleven hundred years old, here. I had trouble adjusting to the idea of Lutherans.
It's stupid. It's mortal and stupid, and, and Xander's crying and not talking, and I was having fruit punch and I thought, well, Joyce will never have any more fruit punch, ever. And she'll never have eggs, or yawn, or brush her hair, not ever and no one will explain to me why.
Don't you like television? I thought all children despise effort and enjoy cartoons.
Anya: Ok, that's denial. That usually comes before anger. Buffy: I am not having sex with Spike! Anya: Anger.
You know what else is un-American? French people.
We should drop a piano on her. Well, it always works for that creepy cartoon rabbit when he's running from that nice man with the speech impediment.
Anya: You think you'll be gone for more than two hours? Willow: Wish me luck. Anya: Ok… good luck!
It's an omen! It's a higher power trying to tell me through bunnies that we're all gonna die! Oh God!
Yeah, from this desert gnome in Cairo. He drove a really hard bargain, but I finally got him to throw in a limited-edition Backstreet Boys lunch box for… a friend.
Already been looted! Sorry! Try the appliance store down the block! They've got great toasters!
Well, yeah. The jet-lag from hell has gotta be, you know, jet-lag from hell.
Captain Logic is not steering this tugboat. I smell Captain Fear at the wheel.
Anya: Go help the lady who just came in. Buffy: Wait… Anya: Don't worry, don't be nervous. Do what I do, just picture yourself naked.
You have to plan for babies, or they just run roughshod over your entire existence.
Dawn may have had the wrong idea in summoning this creature. But I've seen some of these underworld child-bride deals, and they never end well. Maybe once.
Don't blame me, you snobby, snotty, thinks he's so great kind of jerk... and I feel compelled to take some vengeance on you!
Oh for crying out loud. This is bizarre! You're all, 'la la la' with the magic, and the not talking, like everything's normal, when we all know that Tara up and left you and now everyone's scared to say anything to you… except me.
Don't be ridiculous. Martha Stewart isn't a demon. She's a witch.
Anya: Well, where do I put D'Hoffryn? Xander: We're not inviting D'Hoffryn. Anya: We have to, he's my ex-boss! You're inviting your work buddies.
Well... you know, sometimes I'll do something or say something, and then he has to say stuff like, 'It is incorrect for you to appreciate money so much,' or, 'Observe: here is how a real human would behave.'
Come share in the joy of our groove thang.
I don't know why people get so turned off by slug.
No! I've been through too much planning this wedding, and it is going to happen. It is going to be our perfect, perfect day if I have to kill every one of our guests and half this town to do it.
I, Anya, promise to love you, to cherish you, to honor you, but not to obey you, of course, because that's anachronistic and misogynistic and who do you think you are, like a sea captain or something?
What kind of lesbians are you? If you love men so much, go love men!
Well, it isn't always about looks. Or a beating heart. Sometimes intimate sweaty relations with the wrong person just seems like a good idea at the time.
Willow was here earlier. She put the whammy on me and went straight to the dark arts books. Sucked them dry.
There is nothing in this world that would give me greater or more lasting satisfaction than to reap bloody vengeance upon you, Xander Harris, but I can't. Not officially. Not magically. So, smile. It's your lucky day. You got away with it. I can't hurt you.
Thanks a lot for coming. It was good of you to teleport all this way. Though, in retrospect, it probably would have been better if you hadn't come and given Willow all that magic that made her, like, ten times more powerful. That would have been a plus.
Well, what is this? An intervention? Shouldn't all my demon friends be here?
Hands off the merchandise, Spike. You don't get to go there again.
Here's something you should know about vengeance demons. We don't groove with the sorry. We prefer, 'Oh, God! Please stop hitting me with my own rib bones!'
I have a job to do. And so does Buffy. Xander, you've always seen what you wanted to, but you knew, sooner or later, it would come to this.
His physical presence has a penis!
All I'm saying is soulless Spike would have had me upside down and halfway to happyland by now.
The weasel wants to sing. He just needs a tune.
Please, how many times have I heard that line in my demon days? 'I'm so rotten, they don't even have a word for it. I'm bad. Baddy bad bad bad. Does it make you horny?'
You're rejecting my offer of sexual bribery? What am I, a leper in this town? I can't even give it away!
Wow, it's like one second you were this klutzy teenager with fake memories and a history of kleptomania, and then… then suddenly you're a hero, a hero with a much abbreviated lifespan.
Look, I’m not saying it's a happy scenario, but we're dealing with a big bad that can be any dead person it wants.
Fine, go. Leave me here to stew in my impotent rage… I'm also gonna pee, so you should probably go.
I provide much needed... sarcasm.
Why can't you just masturbate like the rest of us?
Don't waste your time down that road. Spike's got some sort of 'get out of jail free' card that doesn't apply to the rest of us. I mean, he could slaughter a hundred frat boys, and… forgiveness makes us human, blah-dee-blah-blah-blah.
Okay... I know you're all upset... and I, myself, would much rather be sitting at the bedside of my one-eyed ex-fiancé than killing time here with you people in this overcrowded and, might I add, increasingly ripe-smelling basement. And I would be, too, if not for a certain awkward discussion he and I recently had right over there on that cot immediately following some exciting and unexpected breakup sex.
Let the girl speak the truth. We're all on death's door, repeatedly ringing the doorbell, like maniacal Girl Scouts trying to make quota.
Well, I guess I was kinda new to being around humans before. And now I've seen a lot more, gotten to know people, seen what they're capable of and I guess I just realize how amazingly... screwed up they all are. I mean, really, really screwed up in a monumental fashion.
Anya: Come on, let's go assemble the cannon fodder. Xander: That's not what we're calling 'em, sweetie. Anya: Not to their faces. What am I, insensitive?
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