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I'll... get back to you.

I don't know if I can.

I'm a demon, just like yourself, Anya.

- Tell me what happened to you. - Hey, hey, hey! No touching.

Get away. Get...

When you brought me here, I thought it was to kill me.

You know it. I know it.

Where are you going?

- Aargh! - Buffy! Buffy! Buffy!

Well, you can unembellish now.

Trust yourself, and the others might follow.

From beneath you, it devours.

You know, you'd have to be crazy, and...

- It's not that easy. - You can do it.

I don't know what your game is, but I know you're not telling me something.

- To check in? - No, actually, I'm hitting on you.

It's here too. Everybody.

Why don't you get yourself a drink, and we'll pick it up in a few, OK?

Oh, God, corner of Third and Fairview. OK, help is coming. Try not to move.

- You never understood me. - Xander, who is this woman?

- Make me what I was. - We will return... your soul.

Urgh! Ronnie would love this. Boy!

I just don't know what you've changed into.

- Can I give detention? - OK by me.