Season Five

Buffy Vs. Dracula

Xander: "I'm exhausted just looking at those two. All this splashing and jumping and running... shouldn't relaxing involve less exertion?"
Anya: "Absolutely. Exertion can lead to sweatiness."
Tara: "Which can cause the pain and heartbreak of stinkiness. Better to just stay put."
Willow: "I think we've just put our finger on why we're the sidekicks."

Tara: "You thought Dracula was sexy?"
Willow: "Oh, no. He, he was... yuch."
Anya: "Right, except for the whole tall, dark, and handsome thing... yucko."
Xander: "How would you know?"
Anya: "Oh, we hung out a few times. Back in my demon days. You know, once or twice. He's pretty cool. You know, from a whole evil-thing perspective."
Xander: "Please. He was no big whoop."

Anya: "I doubt he'd remember me. I was just a silly young thing. I mean, like 700 or so. But he did say that this guy I cursed was doomed forever, which was really sweet, don't you think?"
Xander: "Adorable."

Xander: "You don't want to come back to my place?"
Anya: "It's whites day, remember? The bleach smell makes me nauseous."
Xander: "Fine. I suppose Dracula doesn't use bleach, huh? He's a darks-only man."

"How come I have to be here Slayer-sitting, while the other guys get to look for Dracula?"

The Real Me

Anya: "Crap! Look at this--now I'm burdened with a husband and several tiny pink children, and more cash than I can reasonably manage."
Xander: "That means you're winning."
Anya: "Really?"
Xander: "Yes, cash equals good."
Anya: "Ooh! I'm so pleased. Can I trade in the children for more cash?"

"A Slayer's house should have more weapons lying around."

The Replacement

Xander: "I wish I had something food-like to offer you guys, but the hot-plate's out of commission."
Anya: "We think the cat peed on it."
Xander: "I do have spaghetti-o's. Set 'em on top of the dryer, and you're a fluff cycle away from lukewarm goodness."
Riley: "Yeah, I had dryer-food for lunch."

Xander: "Incompetently dubbed kung-fu. Our most valuable Chinese import."
Anya: "Much more durable than their hot-plates."

"Xander, go get the furniture, I'll wait here. He's been living in his drunken parent's basement, where something urinated on the hot-plate."

Xander: "Anya, you there? Look, I know you're still mad, but I figure you're probably sitting there pretending you're not home, but listening anyway."
Anya: "Am not."

Anya: "So, what happens next?"
Xander: "Well, at some point, we take off our clothes."

Anya: "When do we get a car?"
Xander: "A car?"
Anya: "And a boat. No, wait, I don't mean a boat. I mean a puppy. Or a child. I have a list somewhere."

"I'm dying. I may have as few as 50 years left."

"And you can't promise you'll be with me when I'm wrinkly, and my teeth are artificial and stuck into my wrinkly mouth with an adhesive."

"What is it? Make it go away."

Anya: "Maybe we shouldn't do this reintegration thing right away. See, I can take the boys home, and we can all have sex together, and then, you know, just slap them back together in the morning."
Xander 2: "She's joking."
Xander 1: "No, she's not! She entirely wants to have sex with us together. Which is... wrong. And it would be very confusing."

"It's not like it'd be cheating. They're both Xander."

Anya: "Well, what do we do if it doesn't work?"
Xander 1 & 2: "Kill us both, Spock!"

"I liked it the other way. Put him back."

Anya: "Ooh, presents?"
Xander: "Not unless you want my collection of Babylon 5 commemorative plates. Which you cannot have."

Out Of My Mind

"Who put the monkey head near the Styx water? Do we want to pick exploded monkey out of our hair?"

Anya: "I care about you, Xander."
Xander: "Thanks."
Anya: "Don't be insecure."
Xander: "Thanks. I won't."

No Place Like Home

Anya: "I'm nearly out of money. I've never had to afford things before and it's making me bitter."
Giles: "The change is palpable."

Anya: "Please go."
Xander: "Anya, the Shopkeepers Union of America called. They want me to tell you that 'Please go' just got replaced with 'Have a nice day.'"
Anya: "But I have their money. Who cares what kind of day they have?"
Xander: "No one. It's just a long cultural tradition of raging insincerity. Embrace it."
Anya: "Hey, you! Have a nice day."
Xander: "There's my girl!"

Willow: "Does this look right to you?"
Anya: "Sure, if you wrapped it with your feet."

Anya: "You're out of crystal balls. Those babies are really popular with the amateurs. Better restock and raise the price 10%. Make it 15%."
Giles: "Anya..."
Anya: "Your cash register looks like squirrels nest in it."
Giles: "Anya..."
Anya: "And the Hand of Glory packs some serious raw power. Better institute a seven-day background check--"
Giles: "Anya! Would you like a job?"
Anya: "Okay."
Giles: "Good."

Family

Anya: "But we just helped her move the stuff in a few days ago. (turns, sees Buffy) And it was fun!"
Giles: "People help each other out, Anya. One of our strange customs."

"We have to bring presents, right? Birth is a present thing?"

Anya: "Thank you for coming. We value your patronage. Please come again for more purchases!"
Giles: "Could we perhaps be a little less effusive, Anya? We don't want to frighten the people."
Anya: "I'm just so excited. They come in, I help them, they give us money in exchange for goods, you give me money for working for you. I have a place in the world now. I'm part of the system. I'm a workin' gal."
Giles: "Yes. Well, why don't you start organizing the shipping orders?"
Anya: "Oh, no, that's boring. I just want to do the money parts."

Xander: "Give me sugar. I've come to buy sugar." (kiss)
Anya: "Mmm! We value your patronage."

Tara: "'Cause your insect reflection reflects your insignificance in terms of the karmic cycle."
Anya: (thinks) "But it's still not funny."

Fool For Love

Xander: "What's with the hand wave? You see that? Does that, like, mean something?"
Willow: "It's code. I think it breaks down to 'choo-choo!'"
Anya: "It probably means to follow him. That, or wait here for him."

Riley: "Tell you what. I'll take the cemeteries -- you guys get the Bronze."
Anya: "Were we not being covert enough?"
Xander: "We're sorry."
Willow: "Sorry."
Xander: "We'll be sneakier, promise."

Shadow

"I mean, I for one didn't want to start my day with a slaughter. Which really just goes to show how much I've grown!"

Xander: "Oh, yeah, this has been fruitful. Trying to look up something you never saw, and don't know the name of."
Anya: "Just do what I do: flip through the pages and look busy."

Anya: "Hey. Hey! HEY! HEY!!"
Giles: "Anya, your 'heys' are startling the customers."
Willow: "And pretty much the state."

Anya: "You sold someone a Khul's amulet and a Sobekian blood stone."
Giles: "Yes, I believe I did."
Anya: "Are you stupid or something?"
Giles: "Allow me to answer that question with a firing."
Xander: "She's kidding. Ahn, we talked about the employee/employer vocabulary no-nos. That was number five."

Anya: "We've done just about enough making things worse for one day, haven't we?"
Buffy: "Why? What do you mean?"
Xander: "Nothing. Anya broke a bippity-boppety-boo. A thing."

Giles: "The demon woman was here, the one who attacked you."
Willow: "It's no biggie. She just got an amulet and a blood stone."
Anya: "That can create a monster."
Willow: "Okay, biggie."

Buffy: "How did she get away with this bad mojo stuff?" (long pause)
Anya (whispering): "Giles sold it to her."

Anya: "Sobekites were reptile worshippers."
Xander: "Just once I would like to run into a cult of bunny worshippers."
Anya: "Great. Thank you very much for those nightmares!"

Listening To Fear

Riley: "No, it's not hot, it's warm. And broken. And sort of..."
Giles: "Hollow?"
Riley: "Yeah."
Anya: "So, we're all thinking the same thing, right?"
Xander: "Festive pinata? Delicious candy?"
Willow: "Something evil crashed to Earth in this, and then broke out and slithered away to do badness."
Giles: "In all fairness, we don't really know about the 'slithered' part."
Anya: "Oh, no. I'm sure it frisked about like a fluffy lamb."

Riley: "No pulse."
Anya: "Yep, the space lamb got him."

Giles: "Perhaps we should explore a bit more. Head into the woods a bit."
(pause) Xander: "Who votes research?"
Anya: "Me."
Willow: "Research."
Giles: "Much better idea."
Riley: "Yeah, I think that's a good call."

Into the Woods


Dawn: "When I was younger, I used to put my chopsticks in my mouth like this, and then Buffy would chase me around the house yelling, 'I'm the Slayer, I'm going to get you!'"
Anya: "That's disturbing. You're emotionally scarred and will end up badly."
Dawn: "No, it was great. I mean, she didn't actually stake me in the heart, you know."
Xander: "Buffy's pretty cool like that."

Xander: "So, what do you want to do now, Dawnster? Keeping in mind that I won't chase you because I'm old and I'm stuffed full of Moo-Goo-Gai-starch."
Anya: "Oh, we could play that game again -- Life? That was fun."
Dawn: "For you. You always win."
Anya: "Well, we can make a wager this time. You can give me real money. That would be different."
Xander: "And after we teach her how to gamble, maybe we can all get drunk!"
Anya: "I don't think the bar would serve her. But we can bring something in. Strawberry schnapps taste just like real ice-cream."
Xander: "Okay, how about a movie? They're showing them in theatres now. I hear it's like watching a video with a bunch of strangers and a sticky floor."

Xander: "The chimp, playing hockey? Is that based on the Chekhov?"
Anya: "There's a chimp playing hockey?"
Dawn: "No, the other one. I don't want to see a sad movie."
Anya: "We have to see the chimp playing hockey. That's hilarious. The ice is so slippery, and monkeys are all irrational. We have to see this!"

Dawn: "I'm only sleeping over here so Buffy and Riley can boink. Xander: "No, no... that's not it at all. They just need time to... um, be tender. Relax."
Anya: "He's not very convincing, is he?"
Dawn: "Alone time always translates into 'Get Dawn out of the house so we can have loud, obnoxious sex.'"
Anya: (looking at Xander) "Oh. Does that mean we can't?"

Anya: "Oh, who ordered more chicken's feet? The ones we have aren't moving at all."
Xander: "That's generally what happens when you cut them off the chicken."
Anya: "Maybe we could do a holiday promotion -- one free with every purchase."
Giles: "Oh, yeah... dear holiday memories. Merry tykes by the fire enjoying their new Christmas... chicken feet."
Willow: "Aw, holding them tight as they fall asleep, painting their little toenails."
Anya: "Oh, that's 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.'"

Anya: "If it wasn't for me, Giles would be a terrified old man, staring at a quarterly tax statement and wetting himself."
Giles: "I say, that's an exaggeration."

Anya: "I'm sorry, Willow. Thank you for making time in your busy life to come in here and get in the way of mine."
Xander: "Anya, play nice."
Anya: "You know, fine. Take her side instead of mine, even though I'm the one who sleeps with you, and feeds you, and bathes you."
Willow: "She bathes you?"
Xander: "Only in an erotic, Penthouse-y way. Not in a sponge-bathy, geriatric sort--"
Giles: "Please! Stop. I beg of you."


Xander: "Why don't the vampires just kill them?"
Anya: "Because they get cash, hot-and-cold running blood, and they don't leave any corpses behind, so they don't get hunted."

"Have a nice day. Don't get killed."


Anya: "I mean, who hasn't done stuff like that from time to time? I mean, I made this one guy spontaneously combust, and he set his whole village on fire."
Xander: "Can you stop being scary for a minute and listen to what I'm trying to tell you?"

Anya: "A little after-hours hanky-panky in the training room, huh? Boy, Xander and I could tell you some stories."
Xander: "Not now. Let's go, Anya."
Anya: "There's a funny thing with the vaulting horse that you can tr--"
Xander: "Anya!"
Anya: "What? He started it."
Xander: "In your world, maybe. But where the people are, this isn't time for 'Tales of Anya and Xander's Sexcapades.'"


Triangle

Xander: "You ever have the feeling where there's something you know you're supposed to do, and you forgot what it was?"
Anya: "Nope."

Anya: "Xander, if you ever decide to go, I want a warning. You know, big flashing red lights and one of those clocks that counts down like a bomb in a movie? And there's a whole bunch of colored wires and I'm not sure which is the right one to cut, but I guess the green one and then at the last second, no, the red one, and then click, it stops with three-tenths of a second left, but then you don't leave. Like that, okay?"
Xander: "Check. Big bomb clock."

"Humans make the same mistakes over and over. I saw it when I was a vengeance demon. Some guy dumps a girl, she calls me, I exact vengeance, blah, blah, blah. The next year, same girl, different guy. I mean, after you smite a few of 'em, you start going, my goodness, young lady, maybe you're doing something wrong here too."

Giles: "Um, Anya, while I completely trust you to take care of the inventory and the money, um, dealing with people requires a certain... finesse."
Anya: "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."
Xander: "See there? She'll be great."

Willow: "We could show you how to do some stuff. You could be floating pencils by the end of the day."
Anya: "Sometimes I miss having powers... Oh. Oh! I know what this is! This is peer pressure! Any second now you're gonna make me smoke tobacco and have drugs."
Willow: "Look how easy."
Anya: "Hey, don't float the merchandise."

Anya: "Willow's stealing. She's a burglar."
Willow: "Right. the cunning, broad daylight in front of everyone burglar."

Willow: "Oops."
Anya: "The cash register! What did you do with the cash register? Dear god!"
Willow: "I'll fix it, I'll fix it! Recursat! There. All back. Good as new."

Anya: "She endangered the money!"
Willow: "Of course, that's what she cares about. 'I like money better than people. People can so rarely be exchanged for goods and/or services.'"
Anya: "Xander, she's pretending to be me!"

Anya: "Well, I don't know how to put the top up. I only just figured out what the left pedal does. It makes us stop!"
Willow: "You don't know how to drive? Why didn't you say you don't know how to drive?"
Anya: "Well, I couldn't know if I could until I tried, could I?"

Willow: "There's a troll on the loose and you're gonna crash Giles' car!"
Anya: "It's likely. We're going very fast."

Anya: "You shouldn't be here. There's a troll."
Xander: "A big guy, hammer? I think I noticed him."

"Rules are stupid."

Anya: "I know what broke up him and Cordelia, you know. It was you and your lips."
Willow: "No, it was not! Well, yes, it was so."

Willow: "Distract him from Buffy. Piss him off."
Anya: "I don't know how."
Willow: "Anya, I have faith in you. There is no one you cannot piss off."
Anya: "Oh, thanks."

Buffy: "Where did you send him?"
Anya: "The land of the trolls. He'll like it there -- full of trolls."
Willow: "It's hard to be precise, though. Alternate universes don't stay put. Trying to send him to a specific place is sort of like, like... trying to hit a puppy by throwing a live bee at it. Which is a weird image and you should all just forget it."
Anya: "It's possible that he's in the land of perpetual Wednesday, or the crazy melty land, or, you know, the world without shrimp."
Tara: "There's a world without shrimp? I'm allergic."


Checkpoint

Giles: "Essentially, their agenda is the same as ours. They want to save the world and kill demons."
Anya: "Kill the CURRENT demons, right? CURRENT demons."

"They don't sound very ex-demon compatible."

"Customers! Please, bring your money back."

"Council? You're the Council? Welcome to our store. We're closed now. I'll be in the back."

Anya: "Anya Christina Emmanuella 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."
Watcher: "So, you spell it A-N-Y-A, then?"

Watcher: "So, you have no special skills or powers or knowledge you bring to the mix, neither of you?"
Anya: "Just enthusiasm for killing the demons. Go deadness for the demons!"

Buffy: "We're talking about two very powerful witches, and a thousand-year-old ex-demon."
Anya: "Willow's a demon?!"



Blood Ties

Willow: "Well, you know what they say: the bigger they are--"
Anya: "The faster they stomp you into nothing."

Xander: "Anya, you want to help me with that thing?"
Anya: "Xander needs help with his thing!"

"This is extremely suspenseful. I want the presents!"

Anya: "Oh, it's just so lovely! Oh, I wish it was mine! Oh, like you weren't all thinking the same thing."
Giles: "I'm fairly certain I wasn't. I've got one just like it."

Anya: "We were talking about sex. I mean, you know us, sometimes we like to pretend stuff."
Xander: "Anya..."
Anya: "You know, like, say there's a fireman or a shepherd--"
Buffy: "You know what? Let's not have this exchange of images right now."

I Was Made to Love You


Tara: "Willow's good with all that computer stuff, but me not so much. Do you really understand all that?"
Anya: "Oh, well at first it was confusing. Just the idea of computers was like, 'Whoa, I'm 1100 years old.' I had trouble adjusting to the idea of Lutherans."
Tara: "I go on-line sometimes, but everyone's spelling is really bad. It's depressing."

"I'm thinking about buying something very expensive. Maybe an antelope."

Willow: "A good deed."
Anya: "Yes. I'm expecting a big karmic reward any second now."

Anya: "She speaks with a strange evenness and selects her words a shade too precisely."
Xander: "Well, some of us like that kind of thing in a girl."

Xander: "Nah, forget it. Letting him in is good, 'cause then we get to toss him out."
Anya: "Ooh, can we throw him out the window like the robot did? 'Cause that was neat."

The Body


Xander: "You know, barf from the eating. 'Cause all was good and too much goodness."
Joyce: "I'm taking it as a compliment."
Giles: "Yes, everything was delicious."
Anya: "Yes. I'm going to barf, too."
Joyce: "Everyone's so sweet."

Dawn: "Um, guys -- hello, puberty? Sort of figured out the whole no-Santa thing."
Anya: "That's a myth."
Dawn: "Yeah."
Anya: "No, I mean, it's a myth that it's a myth. There is a Santa Claus."
Xander: "The advantage of having a thousand-year-old girlfriend. Inside scoop."
Tara: "There's a Santa Claus?"
Anya: "Mm-hmm. Been around since, like, the 1500s. But he wasn't always called Santa. But with, you know, Christmas night, flying reindeer, coming down the chimney -- all true."
Dawn: "All true?"
Anya: "Well, he doesn't traditionally bring presents so much as, you know, disembowel children. But otherwise..."
Willow: "The reindeer part was nice."

"I don't understand! I don't understand how this all happens. How we go through this. I mean, I knew her, and then she's... there's just a body, and I don't understand why she just can't get back in it and not be dead anymore. It's stupid. It's mortal and stupid. 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."

Anya: "You could have hit an electrical... thing."
Xander: "And again with the sorry."
Willow: "Did it make you feel better?"
Xander: "For a second there."
Willow: "A whole second."

Tara: "Did I miss something?"
Anya: "Xander decided that he blames the wall."

Anya: "I wish that Joyce didn't die. Because she was nice. And now we all hurt."
Xander: "Anya -- ever the wordsmith."
Buffy: "Thank you."


Forever


Anya: "Hmmm... that was different."
Xander: "Yeah, it was more intense."
Anya: "Because of Joyce."
Xander: "Yeah... What?"

Anya: "Well, I just think understand sex now. It's not just about two bodies smooshing together. It's about life. It's about making life."
Xander: "Right. When two people are much older, and way richer, and far less stupid."
Anya: "Breathe. You're turning colors."

Giles: "You don't have to do that Dawn. Just... just relax."
Anya: "Yes, sit down. We have some very amusing chicken feet you could play with."

Giles: "Then useful you shall be! We can always use a hand."
Anya: "But you have a hand. A paid hand. A hand that isn't the hand of the illegal child labor."
Giles: "Anya..."
Anya: "But of course it's wonderful that you find doing my job so distracting! I am unthreatened. Proceed."

"Ring up sales? With the money? She gets to fondle the money? Customer! Hello, customer! How may I serve you?"


Intervention

Tara: "Oh yeah, Willow wants to watch this thing on The History Channel tonight -- Salem witch trial stuff, which is only gonna get her all upset."
Anya: "I was there. It really wasn't that bad. See if you were really a witch you'd do a spell to escape. So really it was only bad for the falsely accused, and, well, they never have a good time."

Xander: "I wish Giles had told us they were back from the desert. I wish I knew what went on there."
Anya: "Oh, you know, Slayer-Watcher stuff. Probably some silly ritual with an enchanted prarie dog or something."

Anya: "Buffy's boinking Spike."
(pause) Willow: "Oh... well, Tara's right. Grief can be powerful... and we shouldn't judge..."
Tara: "What, are you kidding? She's nuts!"

Anya: "We're just kind of thrown by the you having sex with Spike."
Buffy: "The who whatting how with huh?"
Anya: "O.k., that's denial. That usually comes before anger."
Buffy: "I'm not having sex with Spike!"
Anya: (nods) "Anger."

"Uck! It looks very complicated in there. Personally, I'd rather look at guts."

Tough Love

Xander: "Honey. Old saying: A watched customer never buys."
Anya: "They would if they were patriotic!"
Xander: (sotto voce to Willow) "O.k., I'm going in." (to Anya) "'Patriotic'?"
Anya: "Yes! I've recently come to realize that there is more to me than just being human. I'm also an American."
Giles: "Yes, I suppose you are, in a manner of speaking. I mean, you were born here -- your mortal self."
Anya: (to Giles) "Well that's right, foreigner!" (to Willow & Xander) "So I've been reading a lot about the Good 'Ol Us of A, embracing the extraordinarily precious ideology that has helped to shape and define it."
Willow: "Democracy?"
Anya: "Capitalism!"

Anya: "Look at 'em! Perusing the shelves, undressing the merchandise with their eyeballs! All ogle, no cash. It's not just annoying, it's Un-American."
Giles: "Appalling. Almost as if they no longer believe money can buy happiness."

Anya: "Oh! And you know what else is un-American? French people!"
Willow: "You don't say."
Anya: "From what I hear, they don't tip. French old people, now that's really the bottom of the barrel."
Xander: "An! Hows about we try being just a bit less prejudiced and a bit more inclusive. Not us -- just you."

Xander: "Man, words cannot express how much I hate this place."
Giles: "It's dreadful."
Anya: "It's like communism."

Xander: "Willow, no. It's just for one night."
Willow: "Yeah, I know. But it's a whole night. I don't think I can sleep without her."
Anya: "You can sleep with me! (off everyone's looks) Well now that came out a lot more lesbian than it sounded in my head."


Spiral

Buffy: "A truck hit her."
Giles: "Oh."
Anya: "You threw it at her?"

Giles: "There must be something in the Book of Tarnis that we've missed. Something that we can use against Glory."
Anya: "Piano!"
Xander: "Because that's what we used to kill that big demon that one time... no, wait, that was a rocket launcher. An, what are you talking about?"
Anya: "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."
Giles: "Yes, or perhaps we could paint a convincing tunnel on the side of a mountain."

"Run away? ... Finally, a sensible plan!"

Anya: "Anybody else feel that?"
Willow: "What?"
Anya: "Cold draft of paralyzing fear?"

"Overwhelming? How much more than 'whelming' would that be, exactly?"

"He doesn't travel well. He's like fine shrimp.

"Oooh, snacks! The secret to any successful migration. (pulls frying pan and Spam from her bag) Who's up for some tasty fried meat products?"

"You have another plan, right? One that doesn't involve pointy knives and a Winnebago?"

Willow: "Come on, Tara! You have to eat something."
Anya: "Want me to try?"
Willow: "I don't know. I'm getting used to picking fruit out of my hair."

The Weight of the World

Willow: "We should move her. Unless we shouldn't. Should we?"
Anya: Couldn't that make it worse? I think I read that somewhere..."
Xander: I am so large with not knowing."

Xander: "Glory can turn into Ben and Ben turns back into Glory."
Anya: "And anyone who sees it instantly forgets."
Spike: "A kewpie doll for the lady."

Willow: "Wish me luck?"
Anya: (cheerfully) "Good luck!"
Willow: "Thanks."

"Willow! I'll bet you've got some dark spell abrewin'. Make her a toad? Little hoppy toad? Hit it with a hammer?"

Anya: "Here to help! Wanna live!"
Xander: "Smart chicks are so hot!"
Willow: "You couldn't have figured that out in 10th grade?"

Xander: "Spike's sex-bot. Why didn't they just melt it down into scrap?"
Anya: "Maybe Willow wanted it."
Xander: "I don't think Willow feels that way about Buffy... I mean, I know she's going through a lot of changes..."
Anya: "To study."
Xander: "Right. Robotics. Science."
Anya: "Pervert."
Xander: "Other pervert."

Anya: "God! Who would put something like that there! Is this supposed to be some sort of sick joke? As if things aren't bad enough!... This is an omen."
Xander: "Sshhh."
Anya: "No, no, no, it's an omen. It's a higher power telling me through bunnies that we're all gonna die!"

"No, you see usually when there's an apocalypse I skedaddle, but now I love you so much that I have inappropriately timed sex and try to think of ways to fight a god."

Anya: "Yes. I mean, yes! ... No!"
Xander: "No?"
Anya: "After. Give it to me when the world doesn't end."

Xander: "I'm also a swell bowler."
Anya: "Has his own shoes!"
Spike: "The gods themselves do tremble."

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