[
repeated line]
Faith:
Five by five.
Buffy Summers:
What are you doing here? Five words or less.
Spike:
[
pause] Out. For. A. Walk... Bitch.
Harmony Kendall:
[
to Spike] No threesomes unless it's boy, boy, girl, or Charlize Theron.
Rupert Giles:
No vampires transporting boxes?
Xander Harris:
No, but a four-hundred-pound wino offered to wash my hair.
Andrew Wells:
Get out of my brain!
Buffy Summers:
I just get messed sometimes. I wish we were regular kids.
Angel:
I'll never be a kid.
Buffy Summers:
All right, a regular kid and her cradle-robbing, creature-of-the-night boyfriend.
Willow Rosenberg:
It is kind of novel how he'll stay young and handsome forever, although you'll still get wrinkly and die... and oh, what about the children? I'll be quiet now
Xander Harris:
Apparently Buffy has decided the problem with the English language is all those pesky words. You. Angel. Big. Smoochies?
Buffy Summers:
Shut. Up.
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