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God, this is hard.

Buffy needed me. I had to help.

And I cannot tie this tie. Where's your best man? Isn't she supposed to do this?

I'm so glad you're here.

Bein' circus folks is suddenly heritage now?

- It doesn't matter now. - So we'll be OK?

- Tony! - Oh, yeah.

Duty, schmuty. I'm supposed to be best man.

I'll say this for the Y-chromosome:

I'm Xander Harris.

I wanted to. I should have!

Oh, God, it just hurts my heart to think of her.

If I'd known you were comin', I'd have baked a cake.

What'd you call me, you drunken piece of sh...?

Well, one of us has to make some money.

Nothing's wrong. It's just the minister.

You're welcome.

You know, it's bad luck to see me in my dress.

Look at you. You look great, Mr About To Get Married. Glowing.

Stop calling us freaks!

Cry, Anyanka, Cry!

Guys! Will you break it up?

This totally isn't happening. We should've known she'd never...

You had no business fighting demons with her.

Tell me you love me

You think children should be raised in ignorance of our ways?

- You know I don't eat wheat. - You don't eat anything, freak.

I've been meanin' to cut back on that habit-forming oxygen.

- Xander, you're not ready yet? - Look at my hair.

Yeah, right. Thanks for the advice, Uncle... Help me here.

I've waited a long time for this, Anyanka.

- but now that you're from the future... - Please listen to me.