RILEY: Just relax.
BUFFY: Mm ... mm. That feels good.
BUFFY: Riley, do you wish-
RILEY: No.
BUFFY: No? You don't even know what I was gonna say.
RILEY: Yes, I do. You wanted to know if I wished you got hit by the ferula-gemina, got split in two.
BUFFY: Well, you have been kind of rankly about the whole slayer gig. Instead of having slayer Buffy, you could have Buffy Buffy.
RILEY: Hey. I *have* Buffy Buffy. Being the slayer's part of who you are. You keep thinking I don't get that, but...
BUFFY: It's just ... I know how ... un-fun it can be. The bad hours, frequent bruising, cranky monsters...
ANYA: My gun! He's got my gun!
RILEY: You own a gun??
BUFFY: Xander ... gun-holding Xander. Give me the gun.
XANDER: He can't be me. He's all ... fancy.
RILEY: We can prove that you're both Xander.
BUFFY: Yeah! (to Riley) How?
RILEY: Um...
BUFFY: Um...
RILEY: Well, there has to be a way.
BUFFY: Ooh! What number am I thinking of?
RILEY: I don't think that's gonna do it.
XANDERS: Eleven and a half.
BUFFY: Wrong. Oh! But see?
ScruffyXANDER: Oh, but he has a thingie! In his pocket! A shiny disk that stuns and disorients!
SuaveXANDER: What disk?
ScruffyXANDER: Cover your eyes!
SuaveXANDER: This?
ScruffyXANDER: It'll melt your brain!
BUFFY: Look.
SuaveXANDER: It's a nickel someone flattened on the railroad track. I found it on the construction site and I thought it was cool. It's not magic.
ScruffyXANDER: No, I ... huh. It *is* kinda cool. Washington's still there, but he's all smushy. And he may be Jefferson.
ANYA: Okay, isn't anyone gonna tell me why there are two Xanders?
ANYA: Me? Buffy has super strength. Why don't we just load her up like one of those little horses?
XANDER: Anya. Please.
ANYA: Fine. I'm just your slave.