BUFFY: Anya. I see you've joined the non-sling-wearing crowd.

ANYA: (smiling) Yes, I'm feeling better. And I anticipate many years before my death. Excepting disease or airbag failure.

BUFFY: That sounds nice.

(she walks off carrying box. Xander walks up to Anya, carrying another box.)

ANYA: Ooh! (tosses magazine aside) Presents?

XANDER: Not unless you want my collection of Babylon 5 commemorative plates. Which you cannot have. I just thought you could help carry a little.

ANYA: Me? (pouts) Buffy has super strength. Why don't we just load her up like one of those little horses?

XANDER: Anya. Please.

ANYA: (getting off stool) Fine. I'm just your slave. (Takes box and goes out)

• Xander & Anya

written by: Jane Espenson; Transcribed by Joan the English Chick (pisces@englishchick.com).. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/81thereplacement.html