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You just... you just do a spell.

I just feel weird feeling bad that my friend's not dead. It's too mind-boggling.

- I saw you. Sleeping together. - Resting together.

- Spike? - Holy moly!

Utter trust. No thought of me biting you. No thought of you staking me.

Previously on Buffy the Vampire Slayer:

I must be a noble vampire, a good guy,

Let Lethe's Bramble do its chore.

So I've decided to simplify the whole thing.

Sensible? Is it sensible for me to go down into that pit of cotton-top hell

And I plan to stay. Indefinitely.

They seem to want spikes.

Right. Sure. You're good for it. I know that.

I said she was the Slayer, boss.

We were so selfish. Iwas so selfish.

From dust... to dust.

Fine. Then stay there and keep making bunnies! That's a capital plan!

Either that, or I got one pissed-off brother.

You met him. Toothy bloke with baby-seal breath. Nasty fellow.

Fine. That's your purgative.

Do you think she walked around on clouds wearing like...

We didn't wanna know.