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They ain't exactly my blue-eyed boys, but they're hard workers.
Oh, no, child. It's not wrong.
Thing like that, figure I might get a heads-up.
Shall we?
She's a killer. Never forget that.
Dominique has a stomach flu, and the toilet bowl is backed up.
What can I say? I work in mysterious ways.
- I'm going in anyway. - With the girls?
(Caleb) Now, it's a simple story. Stop me if you've heard it.
- What? - I know what you're thinkin'.
Listen. It's gonna be OK. Buffy knows what she's doing.
- I don't think you came here to fight plaque. - No, I came here for protection.
Well...
Strength.
We have a new house guest.
- Sort of. - I'm nothing like Angel.
- Wha...? - Goddamn it!
The dark slayer. A lethal combination of beauty, power, and death.
It's the end. No more slayer.
for what was he but human?
OK, catching up. Anything else I gotta know?
Let's go! Come on!
You were in prison. We figured you were safe there.
There's hotels for tried-to-kill-your-sister types.
You people are even crazier than her.
(whispers)
(girls giggling)
squeeze me till I pop like warm champagne.
Buffy!
- Well, you always were a little slow. - I get that now.
- Argh! - Oh, yeah! That's it.
Go for the centre. Brain, heart, eyes. Everything's got eyes.
- What is this place? - Look, there's more of 'em.