XANDER: Now, you're sure you understand the plan?

SPIKE: I think I got it, yeah.

(Xander tackles R.J. while Spike takes the jacket off of him. They run away with the jacket. cut to the jacket burning in the fireplace)

XANDER: That, my friends, is the smell of sweet, sweet, victory.

ANYA: Also, burning cotton-poly blend.

BUFFY: Xander, be honest. You didn't, you know, think about slipping that jacket on just a little bit?

XANDER: I refuse to answer that on the grounds that it didn't fit.

ANYA: This tool gets his jacket from his brother, who got it from their father, and we'll never know where he got it. That bites.

XANDER: Yeah, welcome to the hellmouth, where even outerwear isn't safe.

WILLOW: I can't believe I almost?

BUFFY: I can't believe *I* almost?

ANYA: It was a spell. You were helpless. We're not responsible for anything we did morally or, you know, legally...

XANDER: True. You fell for a mystical, ancient curse. Who hasn't made that mistake seven, eight times?

BUFFY: You hear that? Not your fault.

DAWN: I'm just so... the way I acted, the way I talked to you. I feel so stupid. All over a spell.

BUFFY: Get ready to feel even stupider when it's not.

WILLOW: Hey, Anya, you never told us what you can't believe you almost.

ANYA: Almost who, now?

WILLOW: No, you can't be the only not embarrassed one. What did you do?

ANYA: I, uh, wrote a poem. An epic poem... comparing him to a daisy and a tower and a lake.

RADIO ANNOUNCER: And now the latest on Sunnydale's late-night bandit who is still at large. A masked thief held up a number of large businesses?

ANYA: (turns off radio) OK, great, ice cream! My treat.

written by: Drew Z. Greenberg; Transcribed by: CariCranberry. Edited by me. . Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/buffy/season7/transcripts/128_tran.php