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Listen. I don't have long here. The spell that brought me back, it won't last.

Well, I guess if I'm a little plump it doesn't matter cos I won't really be...

Knock yourself out there, Kevin.

Hymen, the god of matrimony. His salutations upon you.

So, circus folk. What's that like?

- I thought they were happy. - They were. I know they were.

I'm sure you come from a long, proud line of geeks.

It's OK. It's all over now. He's dead, and it was just smoke and mirrors.

- I didn't do anything. - Oh, really?

Next thing I know, I look like this and I'm being tortured in another dimension.

Is she OK? What did I do?

You're one of hers, right?

"And then, suddenly, there was you,

Gotta go. Enjoy the wedding.

You've had too much wine.

That's why I told that guy no drinks before the ceremony.

For them, even.

Some hussy I'd been taking around summons you.

- Who are you? - Remember Chicago?

- You OK? - Yeah.

What was it? Was it about me? Cos he wanted you to hate me, Xander.

That makes me happy for me. You and Anya give me hope.

Clowning, as an occupation,

It's nice to watch you be happy.

No, that's not it either.

OK. Blah, blah, blah, misogynistic.

- Did you see how much they drank? - Kinda. Mr Harris threw up in my purse.

Oh, my God, last night, the rehearsal dinner.

- Do you know how much I love you? - About half as much as I love you.

love you, to cherish you, to honour you, but not to obey you, of course -