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I love these ones:
Xander: Buffy, we care about you, and we're worried about you. The way you're acting, the things you're doing
Anya: It's wrong
Willow: Wait. This shouldn't be about blame
Buffy: Blame? There's blame now?
Willow: No, there's only love. And... some fear
Anya: Which is kind of thrown by the you having sex with Spike
Buffy: The who whating how with huh?
Anya: Okay, that's denial. That usually comes before anger
Buffy: I am not having sex with Spike!
Anya: Anger
Xander: No one is judging you. It's understandable. Spike is strong and mysterious and sort of compact but well-muscled
Buffy: I am not having sex with Spike! But I'm starting to think that you might be
Spike: Out. For. A. Walk. B****
Buffy: Dawn, listen to me. Listen: I love you. I will always love you. This is the work that I have to do. Tell Giles I... tell Giles I figured it out, and I'm o.k. Give my love to my friends. You have to take care of them now. You have to take care of each other. You have to be strong. Dawn, the hardest thing in this world is to live in it. Be brave. Live... for me
Spike: It's that guy... on TV ... what's his name?
Glory: On the television?
Spike: That show ... the prize show ... where they guess what stuff cost?
Murk: The Price Is Right?
Jinx: Oh, Bob Barker!
Murk: We will bring you Bob Barker! We will bring you the limp and beaten body of Bob Bark-
Glory: It is not Bob Barker, scabby morons! The key is new to this world ... and Bob Barker is as old as grit. The vampire ... is lying to me.
Spike: Yeah ... but it was fun. And guess what, b****. I'm not telling you jack. You're never gonna get your sodding key, 'cause you might be strong, but in our world, you're an idiot.
Glory: I am a god.
Spike: The god of what, bad home perms?
Glory: Shut up! I command you, shut up!
Spike: Yeah, okay, sorry, but I just had no idea that gods were such prancing lightweights. Mark my words, the Slayer ... is going to kick your skanky, lopsided ass back to whatever place would take a cheap, whorish, fashion victim ex-god like you.
BUFFY: You want her, Mr. Maclay? You can go ahead and take her. You just gotta go through me.
MR. MACLAY: What?
BUFFY: You heard me.
BUFFY: You wanna take Tara out of here against her will? You gotta come through me.
DAWN: And me!
Tara smiles.
Dawn walks up to stand beside Buffy. They both give Mr. Maclay the same steely glare.
MR. MACLAY: Is this a joke? I'm not gonna be threatened by two little girls.
DAWN: You don't wanna mess with us.
BUFFY: She's a hair-puller.
Giles walks up behind them.
GILES: And ... you're not just dealing with, uh, two little girls.
Tara smiles even more.
XANDER: You're dealing with all of us.
SPIKE: 'Cept me.
XANDER: 'Cept Spike.
SPIKE: I don't care what happens.
MR. MACLAY: This is insane. You people have no right to interfere with Tara's affairs. *We* ... are her blood kin! Who the hell are you?
BUFFY: We're family.
SPIKE: And I kill 'em. Right quick, the whole lot. But... There's someone missing. Supposed to be ... this little girl. So I get real quiet, and I hear this tiny noise coming from the coal bin. This little sigh. So I listened harder, it's very, very quiet...
Suddenly there's a loud noise of the crypt door banging open. Dawn jumps with a very startled gasp. Spike starts too, looks over her shoulder at the door.
SPIKE: Oh ... bloody hell.
Buffy comes rushing in.
BUFFY: Spike, I need your help, Dawn is- (Stops short when she sees Dawn) Here.
DAWN: Spike was just telling a story, a-and he was just at this really cool part-
BUFFY: (to Spike) What the hell is this? What is she doing here?
DAWN: Just hanging out.
BUFFY: (raises eyebrows) Here?
DAWN: Can you please let him finish the story? Then you could do the lecture?
Buffy scowls, looks over at Spike.
BUFFY: Yeah. Okay. Let's hear the story that Spike is telling my little sister.
SPIKE: (nervous) Right. Yeah. So, uh, I knew the girl was in the coal bin. So I rip it open, very violent, haul her out of there ... and then I give her to a good family in a nice home, where they're never ever mean to her, and didn't lock her in the coal bin.
I have some more, but it takes too long to type them all
Xander: Buffy, we care about you, and we're worried about you. The way you're acting, the things you're doing
Anya: It's wrong
Willow: Wait. This shouldn't be about blame
Buffy: Blame? There's blame now?
Willow: No, there's only love. And... some fear
Anya: Which is kind of thrown by the you having sex with Spike
Buffy: The who whating how with huh?
Anya: Okay, that's denial. That usually comes before anger
Buffy: I am not having sex with Spike!
Anya: Anger
Xander: No one is judging you. It's understandable. Spike is strong and mysterious and sort of compact but well-muscled
Buffy: I am not having sex with Spike! But I'm starting to think that you might be
Spike: Out. For. A. Walk. B****
Buffy: Dawn, listen to me. Listen: I love you. I will always love you. This is the work that I have to do. Tell Giles I... tell Giles I figured it out, and I'm o.k. Give my love to my friends. You have to take care of them now. You have to take care of each other. You have to be strong. Dawn, the hardest thing in this world is to live in it. Be brave. Live... for me
Spike: It's that guy... on TV ... what's his name?
Glory: On the television?
Spike: That show ... the prize show ... where they guess what stuff cost?
Murk: The Price Is Right?
Jinx: Oh, Bob Barker!
Murk: We will bring you Bob Barker! We will bring you the limp and beaten body of Bob Bark-
Glory: It is not Bob Barker, scabby morons! The key is new to this world ... and Bob Barker is as old as grit. The vampire ... is lying to me.
Spike: Yeah ... but it was fun. And guess what, b****. I'm not telling you jack. You're never gonna get your sodding key, 'cause you might be strong, but in our world, you're an idiot.
Glory: I am a god.
Spike: The god of what, bad home perms?
Glory: Shut up! I command you, shut up!
Spike: Yeah, okay, sorry, but I just had no idea that gods were such prancing lightweights. Mark my words, the Slayer ... is going to kick your skanky, lopsided ass back to whatever place would take a cheap, whorish, fashion victim ex-god like you.
BUFFY: You want her, Mr. Maclay? You can go ahead and take her. You just gotta go through me.
MR. MACLAY: What?
BUFFY: You heard me.
BUFFY: You wanna take Tara out of here against her will? You gotta come through me.
DAWN: And me!
Tara smiles.
Dawn walks up to stand beside Buffy. They both give Mr. Maclay the same steely glare.
MR. MACLAY: Is this a joke? I'm not gonna be threatened by two little girls.
DAWN: You don't wanna mess with us.
BUFFY: She's a hair-puller.
Giles walks up behind them.
GILES: And ... you're not just dealing with, uh, two little girls.
Tara smiles even more.
XANDER: You're dealing with all of us.
SPIKE: 'Cept me.
XANDER: 'Cept Spike.
SPIKE: I don't care what happens.
MR. MACLAY: This is insane. You people have no right to interfere with Tara's affairs. *We* ... are her blood kin! Who the hell are you?
BUFFY: We're family.
SPIKE: And I kill 'em. Right quick, the whole lot. But... There's someone missing. Supposed to be ... this little girl. So I get real quiet, and I hear this tiny noise coming from the coal bin. This little sigh. So I listened harder, it's very, very quiet...
Suddenly there's a loud noise of the crypt door banging open. Dawn jumps with a very startled gasp. Spike starts too, looks over her shoulder at the door.
SPIKE: Oh ... bloody hell.
Buffy comes rushing in.
BUFFY: Spike, I need your help, Dawn is- (Stops short when she sees Dawn) Here.
DAWN: Spike was just telling a story, a-and he was just at this really cool part-
BUFFY: (to Spike) What the hell is this? What is she doing here?
DAWN: Just hanging out.
BUFFY: (raises eyebrows) Here?
DAWN: Can you please let him finish the story? Then you could do the lecture?
Buffy scowls, looks over at Spike.
BUFFY: Yeah. Okay. Let's hear the story that Spike is telling my little sister.
SPIKE: (nervous) Right. Yeah. So, uh, I knew the girl was in the coal bin. So I rip it open, very violent, haul her out of there ... and then I give her to a good family in a nice home, where they're never ever mean to her, and didn't lock her in the coal bin.
I have some more, but it takes too long to type them all