Bargaining Pt 2
Buffybot: Oh, I'm dangerously close to - systems failure! Must - oh! - disengage from combat - so- oh! - Willow can service me.
Razor: I'll service ya, girl toy!
Anya: Less talk, more running away.
Anya: Did he say stores? Hitting stores? Does that mean looting?
Tara: I think, I think the woods let out over this way. We should keep off the streets, take alleys if we can.
Anya: They can't loot the magic shop, not now! I just got it.
Tara: Let's go.
Anya: You don't think they'll cause a lot of damage, do you?
Dawn: We-we have to wait for the others...
Spike: Look! Dawn, I get that you're scared. But I'm your sitter, so mind me. I'm not gonna let any of those buggers lay so much as a warty digit on you. Right?
Tara: They're not here.
Anya: Thank god. No, I mean, my store hasn't been looted.
Tara: Yet.
Anya: They could be hurt. Xander could be lying somewhere, broken and bleeding, calling out my name.
Tara: Anya...
Anya: Like that! Oh god.
Tara: Maybe they got lost, in the woods.
Anya: The woods? Are we going back to the woods? I hate the woods. All those woodsy trees.
Tara: No, it's okay. Lost is good. Willow and I always know how to find each other!
Anya: With yoga?
Xander: It cant be much further.
Willow: You said that an hour ago. I just... that spell took a lot out of me.
Xander: As, for example, snakes?
Xander: Demons. Ah. There's someting you don't see everyday. Unless you're us.
Xander: 'Hello'? We're being hunted, and your hello-ing a strange fast-moving light in the dark? It could be anything.
Willow: Xander, it's not a bug. It's Tara. Come on.
Xander: And how long have you known that your girlfriend's Tinkerbell?
Dawn: What?
Spike: Oh, nothing. Just, uh, looked like fun. I'm just saying.
Spike: Let's fly, pigeon!
Anya: Already been looted, sorry! Uh, try the appliance store down the block, they've got great toasters.
Xander: Maybe thery're on their way here. I men, this place is NORAD when we're at DefCon One.
*pause*
Xander: ...Okay, I So need male friends.
Willow: We have to go out and look for them.
Xander: There's this guy at work. I kind of hit it off with. Tito. I mean, he seems like a good... You were talking about Dawn and Spike, of course.
Razor: A symbolic act commemorating the new order around here... and ridding ourselves of any not-so-pleasant reminders of the old. All in one quick, really, really violent fell swoop.
Xander: No. How could we... so stupid!
Willow: Xander!
Xander: Our spell. Our resurrection spell worked like a magic charm. We brought you back to life, Buffy. Right where we left her.
Willow: Oh god.
Xander: In her coffin.
Tara: She had to... dig out of her own grave.
Xander: We're sorry. We didn't know.
Razor: Big axe you got there.
Xander: The better to cut you down to size, grandma.
Xander: I happen to be a very powerful man-witch myself. Or... male... Is it a warlock? Warlock.
Anya: Plus, we have a Slayer here. Who might actually be looking to eat some brains, so I think a little quiet moseying, no hard feelings, and I'm sure your demon horde won't think any the less of you.
Razor: Whoa. Well, I better back off, or you might, what? Pull a rabbit out of a hat?
Anya: Don't, don't do that! Why would she do that?
Anya: Does this mean we win?
Spike: Tsk. Look what those filthy buggers done to you. Willow's slap-and-paste job's not gonna do the trick this time. Robot's done. Hey. Little bit? Dawn!
Tara: Nobody messes with my girl.
Xander: Tara, nice axing.
Tara: My first!
Dawn: The tower was built by crazy people and I don't think it's holding up very well.
Buffy: Is... this Hell?
Buffy: It was so... clear... on this spot. I remember... how... shiny... and clear everything was. But... now... now...
Dawn: Buffy? Buffy. You... you... you're really here. You're alive, and you're home. You're home.