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Or it might be pizza.

I know fear myself cos, you know, I enraged that primal force.

Now I just dust as many as I can find. I figure eventually I'll get him.

She was killed when I was four.

So, you knew who I was before you even came here.

His chip. We can either repair it... or remove it.

This... happens.

I don't think it's really a date. That's what I think.

You heard me. Just tell me what to do.

Let somebody get close.

- You want me to hurt the girls? - No, not all of them.

When do we kill Buffy?

I'm not surprised. That school's at the centre of everything.

He's a vampire.

- Also, like, ten years older than you. - Which is 100 years younger than your type!

- What are you asking? - Oh, nothing...

Now, what do you say?

or "my date's a demon who's trying to kill me."

I'm not really sure how that happened, but yeah.

So I was thinking maybe I could suspend it from the ceiling in the garage

Well, that's suspicious.

Cos I'm not ready for you to not be here.

Xander's out with some hardware-store whore. It's Date-Fest 2003.

- Sometimes you think of calling someone... - No, it's a text message.

- She has nice things. - Show me.

- We don't have time to baby-sit a hostage. - I'll be good.

You think you can trick the First?

Then you do understand. But what makes you think that's a good idea?