Buffy: I think it's maybe some kind of scythe. The only thing I know for sure is that it made Caleb back off in a hurry.
Willow: So it's true. Scythe matters.
Anya: Yeah, they're going to look like mortally wounded Easter baskets.
Anya: Okay. I'll get Kennedy to watch the girls. She's tough. Imminent death won't bother her.
Buffy: You got it?
Xander: Wait. I'm not to the "got it" place yet. I'm still in the neighborhood of "you've gotta be kidding".
Xander: ... I feel like you are putting me out to pasture.
Buffy: Of course I'm not putting you out to pasture. What does that even mean?
Xander: Well you know, it's like, uh, when a cow gets old and loses an eye ... or its ability to be milked, the farmer takes it and puts it in a different pasture. So it won't have to fight ... with the priest.
Xander: No, no, no... by "the end" I meant in a heroic, uplifting way. See I'm still optimistic. You're just thrown off a little by this gritty-looking eye patch.
Xander: Besides, if you die, I'll just bring you back to life. That's what I do.
Dawn: Xander, my crossbow is not out here. I told you, I don't leave crossbows around all willy-nilly. Not since that time with Miss Kitty Fantastico.
Xander: And you know what's even worse? All the stupid "it's all fun and games until someone loses an eye" jokes. "Hey, Xander, so no more fun and games, huh?"
Dawn: Giles was just having fun with you.
Xander: That's not the point. It's an obvious joke. It would be like someone calling me a cyclops.
Faith: There's only supposed to be one. Maybe that's why you and I can never get along. We're not supposed to exist together.
Buffy: Also, you went evil and were killing people.
Faith: Good point. Also a factor.
Buffy: Being a slayer, there's a burden you can't share.
Faith: And no one else can feel it. ... Thank god we're hot chicks with superpowers.
Buffy: Takes the edge off.
Faith: Comforting.
Buffy: Hmm-mm.
Andrew: You are the perfect woman.
Anya: I've often thought so.
Andrew: That was kind of beautiful. You love humans.
Anya: I do not!
Andrew: Yes, you do. You love them...
Anya: Stop it! I don't love them and I'll kill you if you tell anybody.
Andrew: So... wheelchair fight?
Guardian: What's your name?
Buffy: Buffy.
Guardian: No, really.
Buffy: Angel.
Angel: You look good.
Buffy: You look timely. And also good.
Angel: (to Caleb) You are so gonna lose.
Angel: God, I've missed watching this.
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