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| SELFLESS | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| "Men like sports. I'm sure of it." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Hello, little girl!" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Anya: What a day. Gimme a beer. Bartender: ID Anya: [glares] Bartender: ID Anya: I'm eleven hundred and twenty years old! Just gimme a frickin' beer! Bartender: ID Anya: [sigh] gimme a Coke. |
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| (to Giles, her boss) "Are you stupid or something?" |
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| RELATIONSHIPS | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Anya: We're just kind of thrown by the you having sex with Spike. Buffy: The who whatting how with huh? Anya: Okay, that's denial It comes before anger. Buffy: I am NOT having SEX with SPIKE!!!!!!! Anya: Anger. |
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| "Well, as it turns out, teleporting isn't a right, it's a privilege. I withdrew a vengeance spell last week, and this is my punishment. I can only teleport for official business. I have to file a flight plan and everything." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Anya: You're gonna die if you stay here. Xander: I guess I might. Anya: When I think that something bad could happen to you, it feels bad inside, like I might vomit. Xander: Welcome to the world of romance. Anya: It's horrible! no wonder I used to get so much work. |
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| "Well at first it was confusing. Just the idea of computers was like, woah, I'm eleven hundred years old. I had trouble adjusting to the idea of Lutherans" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Anya: You know, you can laugh, but I have witnessed a millenium of treachery and opression from the males of the species. And I have nothing but contempt for the libidinous lot of them. Xander: Then why are you talking to me? Anya: I don't have a date for the prom. Xander: Well, gosh. I wonder why not? It couldn't have anything to do with your sales pitch. Anya: Men are evil. Will you go with me? |
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| "I like you. You're funny and you're nicely shaped, and frankly it's ludicrous to have these interlocking bodies and not... interlock. Please remove your clothing now." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Anya: Oh, crap. Look at this! Now I'm burdened with a husband and several tiny pink children, more cash than I can reasonably manage... Xander: That mean's 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? |
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| (a customer finishes a transaction in the Magic Box) Anya: Please go. Xander: Anya, the Shopkeepers of America Union just called. They wanted me to tell you that "please go" just got replaced by "have a nice day" Anya: But I have their money, who cares what kind of day they have? |
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| "I'm sorry, Willow. Thank you for making time in your busy life to come here and get in the way of mine" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Willow: (about Tara) I don't think I can sleep without her... Anya: You can sleep with me... That came out alot more lesbian than it sounded in my head |
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| (on the Salem witch burnings) "Oh, I was there. It wasn't really that bad. See, if you were really a witch, you could do a spell to escape, so it was really only bad for the falsely accused, and, well, they never have a good time." |
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| "We should drop a piano on her. Well, it always work's for that creepy cartoon rabbit when he's running from the nice man with the speech impediment" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Why can't you just masturbate like the rest of us?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "You make a very pretty little girl." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Anya: Are they gonna cut the body open? Willow: Oh my God! Would you just... stop talking? Just.. shut your mouth. Please. Anya: What am I doing? Willow: How can you act like that? Anya: Am I supposed to be chaning my clothes a lot? Is that the helpful thing to do? Xander: Guys... Willow: The way you behave. Anya: Nobody will tell me. Willow: Because it's not okay for you to be asking these things! Anya: [crying] But I don't understand! I dont 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 dont understand why she can't just get back in it and not be dead anymore. It's stupid. It's mortal and it's stupid. And Xander's crying, and not talking, and, and I was having fruit punch, and I thought, well, Joyce will never have anymore 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. |
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