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He's good-looking, and he's solid. He's smart. He's normal.
Anya, calm down. They're educational.
I'm gonna wait for that sentence to come around again before I jump on.
The end is coming, the final fight. Everyone is hearing the drumbeat.
Where are they? It's after two.
In a darkened, little, romantic French restaurant?
But there is going to be evil.
This one's either "I just got lucky, don't call me for a while"
I knew it.
And as long as I live, you can dwell at my side.
Yes.
Willow brought something to this house - something good, something you can use.
The supply cabinet in the outer office has those things.
I... Because...
And now you are?
Giles made them for Chao-Ahn, and she's locked herself in the bathroom.
Willow, gay me up.
I'm frightened. And my chest hurts where the tape was.
Oh, nothing much. He was in the school basement, holding a shovel,
The one, actually. The Slayer.
It's the best-kept secret in town. It's right down this way.
But he's never gonna get there if we don't give him the chance.
You're the Slayer.
Willow tried shooting Kennedy with that.
I should move out. Leave town... before it is time for me.
Well, it is one of the nicer dark alleys.
Look, you monkey.
- Come on, let's gay. - What?
Never much cared for picket fences, anyway. Bloody dangerous.
Damn him!
Hear the shrill edge of hysteria in my voice.
This isn't right.
When I was a little boy, my mother was one.
- No. What's happening to you? - This is what you did to him.