The only thing Willow was ever good for, the only thing I ever had going for me were those moments, just moments, where Tara would look at me and I was wonderful. I’m not planning on presiding over the end of Western Civilization. I’ve got four brothers, none of them Democrats.
Like, is the hippo going,’Hey, man, where are my pants? I have my hippo dignity!’ We attack the mayor with hummus. We will bring you the limp and beaten body of Bob Barker!
She is the slayer. Darn your sinister attraction! You always hurt the one you love.
Anya! How is your money? Wash, we’ve got some local color happening. You can’t spend the rest of your life waiting for Xander to wake up and smell the hottie. They’re a little bit bison. I don’t think Buffy’s going to be too broken up over a pylon. The human body can be drained of blood in 8.6 seconds given adequate vacuuming systems. Magic’s all balderdash and chicanery. With any luck, he’ll poke the wrong one and end up in an alternative dimension inhabited by a fifty-foot Giles that squishes annoying teeny pirates. Anything for you, because I love you. Deep, deep man love.
We’re gonna explode? I don’t wanna explode. Easy as really difficult pie. You can’t spend the rest of your life waiting for Xander to wake up and smell the hottie. Magic’s all balderdash and chicanery. Occasionally, I’m callous and strange. You were a worthless being before you were ever a monster. You’re gonna die screaming but you won’t be heard. Imagine Bonnie and Clyde if they had 150 years to get it right. The brain is kept in a fear-induced, adrenaline-fueled overdrive state, like a problem you can’t solve. Well, I haven’t been to a hell dimension just of late, but I do know a thing or two about torment.
Any self-respecting demon should be living in a pit of filth or a nice crypt. If I was blind, I would see you. Risk the pain, it is your nature. Yes, I’d forgotten you’re moonlighting as a criminal mastermind now. You can’t spend the rest of your life waiting for Xander to wake up and smell the hottie. We’re pimps and killers, but in a philanthropic way. Who’s calling me? Everybody I know lives here. It was supposed to confuse him, but it just made him peppy.
The lambs have passed through the gate. Well, you were busy trying to get yourself lit on fire. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you. Magic’s all balderdash and chicanery. It’s like somebody slaughtered an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. No, Angel, it’s not you. Eyeballs to entrails, my sweet.
I dislike that Anya. She’s newly human and strangely literal. Don’t strain your brain trying, then. Might break something. You were a worthless being before you were ever a monster.
Well, look at me. I’m all fuzzy. Like, is the hippo going,’Hey, man, where are my pants? I have my hippo dignity!’ I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. So, she’s added cussing and hurling about of things to her repertoire. Frankly, it’s ludicrous to have these interlocking bodies and not…interlock. I swallowed a bug. Don’t be ridiculous. Martha Stewart isn’t a demon. She’s a witch. It’s just a long cultural tradition of raging insincerity. Imagine Bonnie and Clyde if they had 150 years to get it right. You’re gonna die screaming but you won’t be heard.
And you know the monkey’s just,’I mock you with my monkey pants!’ When I say, ‘I love you,’ it’s not because I want you or because I can’t have you. So, are we gonna sing army songs or something? Say! look at you! You look just like me! We’re very pretty. Don’t be ridiculous. Martha Stewart isn’t a demon. She’s a witch. The good guys are always stalwart and true, the bad guys are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats, and, uh, we always defeat them and save the day. No one ever dies, and everybody lives happily ever after.
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