Adam:
The witch?
Spike: Uh, Willow. About so high (indicates with his hand),
perky, good with math — natural choice.
Anya: Xander! You said you
wanted to check the board at the unemployment office this morning. (Looks
under the covers at Xander.) You can't go like that. They won't even
interview you if you're naked.
Willow (about the disks
self-decrypting): That is so annoying. It's like someone
blurting out the answer to a riddle just when you've — I mean, "Yippee!"
we have the information.
Giles: Well, Spike can be very
convincing when — I'm very stupid.
Xander: Spike's working for
Adam?! After all we've done — Nah, I can't even act surprised.
Buffy: Xander!
Willow: Oh, wonderful Xander!
Buffy (while giving a group hug): You know we love
you, right?
Willow: We totally do.
Xander: Oh God, we're gonna die, aren't we?
Spike (to Adam, about getting
his chip removed): Hello? Paging Dr. Owe-me-one.
Willow (to Colonel McNamara
as he's searching their equipment): It's a gourd.
Giles: A magic gourd.
Colonel McNamara: What kind of freaks are you people?
Adam (after he activates his
large arm gun): I've been upgrading.
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