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Then she'd wanna be alone.

No, it's head-sized.

Look, you cut him up, you'll never get your answers.

What's going on?

Hey! White flag here. I quit.

- But I... - Resolve face.

- Someone get the chain saw. - Now, now, don't let's lose our temper.

Drusilla? Sweetheart?

- I'm gonna hit it come daybreak. - Need backup?

- Oh, right. - Let's get inside.

- Let me take this opportunity to not care. - I can't fight them both alone. Nor can you.

In case you haven't noticed, the police of Sunnydale are deeply stupid.

Did you tell Angel?

Spirits of the interregnum, I call.

..God, even studying! But I have to save the world. Again!

- I love you. - I love you.

# Too long, too far from home

You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can...

His blood will open the door to Hell.

- I'm OK. - You don't look OK. Does she?

Not dead, nor not of the living.

- You're not gonna hurt them, are you? - I'm a slayer, not a postal worker.

# I'm pulled down by the undertow

I mean, the last time I tortured somebody, they didn't even have chain saws.