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I don't want any tonics.

Then, if you don't want credit, why are you helping me?

OK. Anything else?

I've never used this bloke's services, but there's talk.

I'm even gonna let you slide on the lame toadying, on account of your dying and stuff.

- I'll pull her wings off. - No. It was Ben.

I didn't. I just... I couldn't let you see me.

I don't know, but... God, what else did she take?

- Doesn't look so bad. - Wait till it wakes up.

Because witches can't be allowed to alter the fabric of life for selfish reasons.

Oh, God, you pointless, stupid lump. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

Well, we still have a few more minutes until I have to go.

Well, who's gonna be if I'm not?

"At the request of Joyce there will be no gathering"? That sounds lame.

Then, say this incantation three times.

You've just been running around like it's been some big chore or something.

You'd better get working on that dinner. You've barely touched it.

Please, don't tell Buffy. I just...

Come on, now. No worries.

- You can ring up sales. - Cool.

Well, she got me thinking - about how people die all the time,

Buffy, you're here.

I beg of you, return to me.

She always knew how to make things better, just what to say.

- I'll do it right. - It's a tricky spell, girl.

I'm fine. Thank you.

yours eternally.

We don't have to talk about this now. You could just go to sleep.