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Oh, Buffy! God...

Erm... and Acathla was... was dormant.

# It's chilled us to the bone

Hello to the imagery! Very nice.

- Xander! - Get her out of here!

Your daughter has a history of violence, doesn't she, Ms Summers?

- Attitude problems. Serious. - I just wanna know if my friends are OK.

I think I made it through three counties before I realised nobody was chasing me.

On Crawford Street, sure. That makes sense. What's the drill?

Blonde. Approximately 16 years old. Suspect is very dangerous.

Don't you talk to me that way!

..quo me dignum...

This can help Buffy. If we turn Angel back soon enough,...

- Thank God. I'm so sorry I can't be there. - I know,

..you must perform the ritual...

I don't wanna hurt you, baby.

All right, that's enough.

Raidin' an Englishman's fridge is like dating a nun.

- Is that Willow Rosenberg? - Yes.

Then only Angel's blood will close it. One blow will send 'em both back to Hell.

Acathla opens his big mouth, creates a vortex.

God, he's gonna kill her.

You gotta be ready. You gotta know how to use it!

- It's not a good idea. - There's no use arguing with me.

Sanguinem meum pro te effundam....

Angel must have known.