RAZOR: Alive and kickin' after all! Well, alive, anyway.

RAZOR: Not looking too good, though, is she?

XANDER: I don't see you winning too many beauty contests. ...unless the Miss "My Face Fell Off" pageant gets going.

RAZOR: Big axe you got there.

XANDER: The better to cut you down to size, grandma.

TARA: Incindere.

RAZOR: Ah. So you got a witch in the mix.

TARA: More than one.

XANDER: I happen to be a very powerful man-witch myself. Or ... male... (over his shoulder to Willow) Is it a warlock? (she nods) Warlock.

ANYA: Plus, we have a Slayer here, uh, who might actually be looking to eat some brains, so, I think a little quiet moseying, no hard feelings, and I'm sure your demon horde won't think any the less of you.

RAZOR: Now, my boys, see, that's tricky. They came looking for a massacre... ...and I think you got exactly enough magic between you for a kiddie birthday party.

WILLOW: Then you'd be wrong.

RAZOR: Whoa. Well, I better back off, or you might, what? Pull a rabbit out of a hat?

ANYA: (horrified) Don't, don't do that! (to Tara) Why would she do that?

WILLOW: We don't want trouble ... you don't want trouble.

RAZOR: Of course we want trouble, we're demons. We're really all about trouble.

WILLOW: Not this kind.

RAZOR: Oh. I get your point. (sends her flying) Now let me tell you something, children. We're not gonna fight you. We're just gonna hold you down and enjoy ourselves for a few hours. You might even live through it. Except that certain of my boys got some...anatomical incompatibilities that, uh, tend to tear up little girls. So, who wants to go first?

(Buffy steps up)

RAZOR: I was really hoping it'd be you.

(he punches her, she galvanizes and takes him down)

ANYA: Does this mean we win?

(a melée ensues)

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written by: Marti Noxon & David Fury; Transcribed by joan the english chick (pisces@englishchick.com). Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/101bargaining.html