GILES: Anya, this register report for January looks a bit off. Pull the files again.

ANYA: Are you mad at me?

GILES: (confused) Mad? No, I'm-I'm-

ANYA: Well then why are you torturing me? You know, I used to punish people like this when I was a demon. I made them double-check spreadsheets for all eternity.

GILES: I'm sorry if you resent my authority, but I won't feel comfortable leaving here until I know that absolutely everything-

ANYA: You're taking the Ramadan effigy?!

GILES: It's not inventory, it's my personal collection.

ANYA: Oh, huh. Aren't you Mister Dicey Semantics. So, what, you think you can just take anything you want? Give it!

GILES: No, you give it! Ow! Ow! (they squabble over it) Ow!

XANDER: Okay, when *I'm* marveling at the immaturity ... be scared. Anya, Giles is gonna leave the store to you when he goes. What more do you want?

GILES: I'm not *leaving* the store to anyone. I'm going to England. I'm not dead, I'm still a partner.

ANYA: Silent oversees partner.

XANDER: Who you should be very nice to, unless you want to end up working at Video Hut.

• Giles & Anya
• The Magic Shop

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