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Since when do they have orgies, and why aren’t I on the mailing list? We don’t have wings, we just skate around with perfect hair fighting crime. Bonnie and Clyde, they wanted fame, notoriety, and boy did they get it. They also got dead. Let me pour you a big frosty mug of ‘shut-the-hell-up.’ Battle wounds are nothing new to me, preacher. Say! look at you! You look just like me! We’re very pretty. Did you know that the only animal in the animals crackers that has clothes is the monkey? She is the slayer. Anyone in this much pain prays, or at least curses.
It’s not a road trip. It’s a covert operation. They’re just a bunch of hormonal time bombs. Everybody started singing and dancing. Barmaid, bring me stronger ale, and some plump, succulent babies to eat. For this plan to work, River and I will have to be dead.
Last month he’s the freak with jicama breath who waxes his back. If you can’t do something smart, do something right. It’s about power and it’s about women and you just hate those two words in the same sentence, don’t you?
Hey, no, we’ll just set course for Planet of the Lonely, Rich, and Appropriately Hygienic Man. You will keep a civil tongue in this house or we’ll put your tongue in a stew. Buffy’s boinking Spike. Can’t even shout, can’t even cry. The news isn’t there to tell you what happened. It’s there to tell you what it wants you to hear or what it thinks you want to hear. 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. You shut the hell up right now or so help me, I’ll shut you up.
I find it a bit sad that you think of yourself as a candidate for anyone’s fantasy. Instead you go all Dumbledore on me. Actually, I was fired from a fry-cook opportunity.
Why not default them with ninja skills or whatever? I hate to bring up our imminent arrest during your crazy time, but we gotta move. I’m a rogue demon hunter now.
I think calling him that is an insult to the psychotic lowlife community. I sort of met you, I mean, I watched you while you were sleeping. I mean, I was, I was present while you were unconscious, from the ice. No, Angel, it’s not you. See if you were really a witch, you’d do a spell to escape. Can everybody just notice how much fire I’m not on? Everyone’s a hero in their own way, in their own not that heroic way. My entire existence was constructed by a sociopath in a sweater vest; what do you suggest I do?
Sweetie, if he had a tussle with that Sasquatch, we’d be in the dirt right about now, scooping up the Captain’s teeth. Oh my god, I find lentils completely incomprehensible.
Say, aren’t you leaving a hole in the middle of some soggy group hug? Boy, when they were handing out school spirit, you didn’t even stand in line, did you? Okay, at this point you’re abusing sarcasm. You shut the hell up right now or so help me, I’ll shut you up. Oh my god, I find lentils completely incomprehensible.
I’ll never leave. Not even if you kill me. It’s like somebody slaughtered an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. Either blow us all up or rub soup in our hair. It’s a toss-up. Now you can luxuriate in a nice jail cell, but if your hand touches metal, I swear by my pretty floral bonnet: I will end you. Oh Spike, devour me! You always hurt the one you love. Ah, the pitter patter of tiny feet in huge combat boots.

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Stay away from hyena people!!!!!!1 or any loser athletes, or if you see anyone who’s invisible. I suppose there is a sort of Machiavellian ingenuity to your transgression. I just don’t see why everyone’s always picking on Marie-Antoinette.
I am never gonna see a merman, ever. I knew you were lying. Undead liar guy. Like, is the hippo going,’Hey, man, where are my pants? I have my hippo dignity!’ I was actually at Woodstock. That was a weird gig. I fed off a flower person, and then I spent the next six hours watching my hand move.
Can everybody just notice how much fire I’m not on? Okay, at this point you’re abusing sarcasm. I wanna hurt you, but I can’t resist the sinister attraction of your cold and muscular body! I think calling him that is an insult to the psychotic lowlife community. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you. And now the one person who should be here is gone, and a waste like you gets to live. Little man loved fire. Why can’t you just masturbate like the rest of us? I love what you are, what you do, how you try. Every single person down there is ignoring your pain because they’re too busy with their own.

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I knew you were lying. Undead liar guy. Scenario: We raise Buffy from the grave. She tries to eat our brains. The brain is kept in a fear-induced, adrenaline-fueled overdrive state, like a problem you can’t solve. I suppose there is a sort of Machiavellian ingenuity to your transgression. It was supposed to confuse him, but it just made him peppy. We’ll have to call it early quantum state phenomenon. Only way to fit 5000 species of mammal on the same boat. Bunnies aren’t just cute like everybody supposes. The human mind is like Van Halen; if you just pull out one piece and keep replacing it, it just degenerates. I am never gonna see a merman, ever. And that’d be where you find stored such things as empathy, compassion, an aversion to disemboweling puppies.
Shh! No programs, don’t use that word. Just be Buffy. You can’t open the book of my life and jump in the middle. Eyeballs to entrails, my sweet. Everyone’s a hero in their own way, in their own not that heroic way.
Just once I would like to run into a cult of bunny worshippers. Ah, the pitter patter of tiny feet in huge combat boots. You can’t spend the rest of your life waiting for Xander to wake up and smell the hottie. It eats you, starting with your bottom. He’ll be an empty-headed robot wondering around Hollywood; he’ll be fine! You’re the Slayer, and we’re, like, the Slayerettes! I’m not planning on presiding over the end of Western Civilization