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| Lovers Walk Oz: That was my sarcastic voice. Xander: You know, it sounds a lot like your regular voice. Oz: I've been told that. Buffy: Yeah. She saw these scores, and her head spun around and exploded. Giles: I-I've been on the Hellmouth too long. That was metaphorical, yes? Willow: It's a very intimate situation. It's all sexy with the smoke and the sweating and the shoe rental... Xander: You're turned on by rented shoes? Willow: That's not the issue. Spike: A curse! Y'know, something nasty. Boils. I wanna give him boils all over his face. You know, dripping pustules. Let's really go for the gusto here. Shopkeeper: I'm hearing a lot of negative energy, and I bet... Spike: Leprosy! Alright, a spell that makes his parts fall off. That sounds proper. Spike: She wouldn't even kill me. She just left. She didn't even care enough to cut off my head or set me on fire. I mean, is that too much to ask? You know? Some little sign that she cared? Spike: It was that truce with Buffy that did it. Dru said I'd gone soft. Wasn't demon enough for the likes of her. And I told her it didn't mean anything, I was thinking of her the whole time, but she didn't care. So, we got to Brazil, and she was... she was just different. I gave her everything: beautiful jewels, beautiful dresses with beautiful girls in them, but nothing made her happy. And she would fliiirt! I caught her on a park bench, making out with a *chaos* demon! Have you ever seen a chaos demon? They're all slime and antlers. They're disgusting. Spike: I haven't had a woman in weeks.. Willow: Whoa! No! Hold it! Spike: Well, unless you count that shopkeeper. Willow: Now, now, hold on! I-I'll do your spellfor you, and, and, and I'll get you Drusilla back, but, but there willbe no bottle-in-face, and there will be no 'having' of any kind with me. Alright? Joyce: Well, she sounds very unreasonable. Spike: She is. She's out of her mind. That's what I miss most about her. Joyce: You get out of this house, or I will stake you myself. Spike: (To Angel) You're a very bad man. Oz: It's Willow. She's nearby. Cordelia: What? You can smell her? She doesn't even wear perfume. Oz: She's afraid. Cordelia: Oh, my God. Is this some sort of residual werewolf thing? This is very disturbing. Oz: I really agree. Spike: Oh... My head. I think I'm sobering up. It's horrible. Oh, God. I wish I was dead. Buffy: Well, if you close your eyes and wish real hard... Spike: We killed a homeless man on this bench. Me and Dru. Those were good times. You know, he begged for mercy, and you know, that only made her bite harder. Buffy: I guess you had to be there. Spike: I used to bring her rats. With the morning paper. Spike: What do you know? It's your fault, the both of you! She belongs with me. I'm nothing without her. Buffy: That I'll have to agree with. You're pathetic, you know that? You're not even a loser anymore, you're a shell of a loser. Spike: You're *not* friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love till it kills you both. You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other 'till it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends. Love isn't brains, children, it's blood... blood screaming inside you to work its will. *I* may be love's bitch, but at least *I'm* man enough to admit it. Willow: Drusilla broke up with him. Xander: Gee, and we had all hoped those crazy kids would make it work. Spike: This should be a kick. Buffy: I violently dislike you. Spike: I'm really glad I came here, you know? I've been all wrongheaded about this. Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else. I want Dru back, I've just gotta be the man I was, the man she loved. I'm gonna do what I shoulda done in the first place: I'll find her, wherever she is, tie her up, torture her until she likes me again. Love's a funny thing. The Wish Buffy: Your logic does *not* resemble our Earth logic. Xander: Mine is much more advanced. Willow: It's true. Cordelia *belongs* to the justified camp. She *should* make us pay. And pay and pay and pay... In fact, there's just not enough pay for what we... Harmony: Oh, hey, it's Garbage Girl. Loved the look last night, Cor. Dumpster chic for the dumped. Willow: I love this part. Xander: You love all the parts. Willow: That's right, Puppy... Willow's gonna make you bark. Angel: What's the plan? Buffy: (shows him the stake) Don't fall on this. Amends Buffy: Vampires probably not that big on Christmas, now that I think about it. Angel: Not as a rule. Xander: Well, it must be that whole Angel-killed-his-girlfriend-and- tortured-him thing. Hey, Giles is pretty petty when it comes to stuff like that. Buffy: You're still number one with a guilt trip, Mom. Joyce: I try. Angel: Um... I'm sorry to bother you. Giles: Sorry. Coming from you that phrase strikes me as rather funny. 'Sorry to bother me.' Angel: I need your help. Giles: And the funny keeps on coming. Angel: What do you want? Jenny: I wanna die in bed surrounded by fat grandchildren, but guess that's off the menu. Xander: We know underground. That's a start. Buffy: Sure, in a town with fourteen million square miles of sewer. Xander: Plus a lot of natural cave formations and a gateway to Hell. Yeah, this does resemble square one. Oz: You ever have that dream where you're in a play, and it's the middle of the play and you really don't know your lines, and you kinda don't know the plot? Willow: Well, we're alone, and we're together. I-I just wanted it to be special. Oz: How special are we talking? Buffy: Nothing like a roaring fire to keep away the blistering heat. Joyce: Oh, come on. It's lovely. Maybe I should turn the air conditioning on. Buffy: (to scary looking chanting priests) Alright, ten more minutes of chanting and then you guys have to go to bed. Buffy: Alright, I get it. You're evil. Do we have to chat about it all day? Jenny/The First: Angel will be dead by sunrise. Your Christmas... will be his wake. Buffy: No. Jenny/The First: You have no idea what you're dealing with. Buffy: Lemme guess. Is it... evil? Angel: Look, I'm weak. I've never been anything else. It's not the demon in me that needs killing, Buffy. It's the man. |
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