ANYA: The necklace was a family heirloom passed down for generations. Then it was stolen from my mom's apartment.

WILLOW: How does the spell work?

ANYA: (gets up) Uh, well, we both call on Eryishon, (kneels opposite Willow) the Endless One, offer up the standard supplication, then there's a teensy temporal fold. (smiles weakly) We hope. Um, then I pour the sacred sand on the representation of the necklace, and Eryishon brings it forth from the time and place it was lost.

WILLOW: (smiles) Cool.

ANYA: Are we ready?

WILLOW: (slightly nervous) I think so.

(chanting, spell, scenes from the alternate world)

WILLOW: That was... W-w-what was that?

ANYA: Oh, it's not here. It's not here!

WILLOW: Okay, that's a little blacker than I like my arts.

ANYA: Oh, don't be such a wimp.

WILLOW: That, that-that wasn't just some temporal fold, that was some weird Hell place. I-I don't think you're telling me everything.

ANYA: I swear, I am just trying to find my necklace.

WILLOW: Well, did you try looking inside the sofa *in Hell*?

ANYA: Look, (smiles sweetly) we'll just try it again, and...

WILLOW: No! I-I think emphatically not!

ANYA: (angrily) I can't do it by myself!

WILLOW: That's a relief. I'm outta here.

ANYA: Fine! Go! (mutters to herself) Idiot child.

WILLOW: I believe these chicken feet are mine. Look, m-magic is dangerous, Anya, i-it's, it's not to be toyed with. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have someone else's homework to do.

• Willow &/vs Anya

written by: Joss Whedon; . Full transcript at:
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