6.01 + 6.02 "Bargaining"
-I'm never gonna get anything killed with you lot holding me back.
-No, that's over-the-hill shopkeepers.
-It was that powder you blew at him made him rabbit off.
-Yeah, that must be it.
-Yeah, we could all be in real-
-Van Elton.
-I did.
-Oh, poor Watcher. Did your life pass before your eyes? Cuppa tea, cuppa tea, almost got shagged, cuppa tea?
-What's with the Dadaism, Red?
-She'll never be exactly.
-Makes sense.
-Yeah, she responded to BuffyBot because a robot is predictable. Boring. Perfect teacher's pet. That's all schools are, you know. Just factories, spewing out mindless little automatons.
-Who go on to be ... very ... valuable and productive members of society, and you should go. Because Buffy would want you to. 
-So, uh, what do you fancy, bit, uh, game of rummy?
-I'm not, and yeah, I do. 
-I'm not leaving you here by yourself, so forget it. 
-No. I'm not leaving you ... to get hurt. Not again. 
-Now deal. 
-Upstairs, in bed. But the bot here seems to have got into a scrape while she was on patrol. 
-She wanted to go out and look for you again, but I figured there are enough things in Sunnydale that go bump in the night.
-I told you to make her stop doing that.
-Well, you've got her opened up, fix it.
-Stay away from the window. 
-Just do as I say. 
-I'm going to check the rest of the house. 
-Don't move! 
-A couple of stakes... 
-holy water, one cross - Ow! Brilliant. 
-Here! You want me to bloody thump you? I told you to stay away from the window. 
-Hellions. Road pirates. They raid towns ... use 'em up, burn 'em down. It's usually backwaters, any place... Any place they think is vulnerable.
-Can't stay here. 
-Got no choice, bit, I can't protect you here.
-And what, hide under the bed linen? Not really my style.
-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?
-Right, then. We can't wait around to see if the others will pop in. We're on our own. No one's coming to our rescue. 
-Get back. 
-Uh, oh, nothing, just, uh ... looked like fun. I'm just sayin'. Yeah, it's just ... with this kind of frolicking going on all around town, we're not gonna get very far without... 
-Let's fly, pigeon! 
-It's just a machine, Dawn.
-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! 
-Dawn! 
 
 
6.03 "Afterlife" 
 
-Dawn! Dawn! Are you there?
-Thank God. You scared me half to death ... or more to death. You - I could kill you. 
-I mean it. I could rip your head off one-handed and drink from your brain stem. 
-Yeah? I've seen the bloody bot before. Didn't think she'd patch up so- 
-I'm ... what did you do?
-Her hands. 
-I do. Clawed her way out of a coffin, that's how. Isn't that right?
-Done it myself. 
-Um ... We'll take care of you. Come here. 
-Get some stuff, uh, mercurochrome, bandages.
-Hundred forty-seven days yesterday. Uh ... hundred forty-eight today. 'Cept today doesn't count, does it? 
-How long was it for you ... where you were?
-You didn't tell me. You brought her back and you didn't tell me.
-I worked beside you all summer.
-Listen. I've figured it out. 
-Maybe you haven't, but I have. 
-Willow knew there was a chance that she'd come back wrong. So wrong that you'd have ... that she would have to get rid of what came back. And I wouldn't let her. If any part of that was Buffy, I wouldn't let her. And that's why she shut me out.
-Oh. Is that right.
-That's the thing about magic. There's always consequences. 
-Always! 
-Buffy. 
-You should be careful. Never know what kind of villain's got a knife at your back.
-Hmm. Same with you.
-Willow's getting pretty strong, isn't she? Bringing you back. It's hard to get a good night's death around here. 
-You can sit down. Got furniture. 
-You should see the downstairs, too, it's quite posh. 
-Uh ... I do remember what I said. The promise. To protect her. If I had done that ... even if I didn't make it ... you wouldn't have had to jump. 
-But I want you to know I did save you. Not when it counted, of course, but ... after that. Every night after that. I'd see it all again ... do something different. Faster or more clever, you know? Dozens of times, lots of different ways ... Every night I save you. 
-Buffy. 
-Not on fire? Sun's low enough, shady enough here. 
-I was gonna go inside, but I overheard you and the Super-friends exchanging a special moment and I came over a bit queasy. 
-Say, aren't you leaving a hole in the middle of some soggy group hug?
-Oh, uh, right then. 
-Thanks ever so. 
-Buff? ... Slayer? Are you okay? 
-Buffy, if you're in ... if you're in pain ... or if you need anything... or if I can do anything for you...
-Well, I haven't been to a hell dimension just of late, but I do know a thing or two about torment. 
 
 
6.04 "Flooded"
 
-You hear all that noise? 
-You know watcher-boy doesn't mean anything by it. 
-I'm not sure I followed you around that bend, luv.
-And that makes 'em worry even more. 
-You want me to take them out? Give me a hell of a headache, but I could probably thin the herd a little. 
-Knew I could get a grin. 
-'Cause that's when you're alone, I reckon. I'm not one for crowds myself these days. 
-That works out nicely then. 
-Whoa.
-Did you know this place was flooded? 
 
 
 
6.05 "Life Serial" 
 
-That's when you're alone, I reckon. I'm not one for crowds myself these days.
-That works out nicely then.
-I have a dim memory of that, yeah. And I didn't figure you were here cadging my whiskey 'cause life's all full of blood and peaches.
-So you, uh, just what? Gonna let this whoever play you till it figures out what kills you?
-Oh, good, 'cause Giles wields the mighty force of library books.
-Damn right! I'd hit the demon world. 
-Ask questions, throw punches, find out what's in the air. Hmm? It's fun too.
-Yeah. It is. 
-And your life's gonna get a lot less confusing when you figure that out.
-You're not a schoolgirl. You're not a shop girl. 
-You're a creature of the darkness. Like me. Try on my world. See how good it feels.
-The usual, Dave, and one for the lady. We're heading for the back room, pet. 
-It's where the real action is. 
-These lowlifes know everything happens in this town.
-Fine. A little louder. 
-Boys, what's the game? 
-Later. 
-I need a moment with my lady. 
-Listen. These guys talk while they play. We'll get more information out of their mouths than out of gaping holes in their corpses. 
-I'm in. Everybody okay with that?
-So, who's gonna advance me a tiny tabby, get me started? 
-Come on, someone's gotta stake me.
-Got my good-luck charm with me. 
-Me? I cheat? He's got X-ray vision!
-Ah, so it's a setup, isn't it? Squeeze a few quid outta the vamp. Well, I'll tell you what you didn't count on. Me and the bird.
-You wanna fight? You face the two of us.
-Come on, Slayer, a big fight's just what you need.
-What's wrong, luv?
-Oh, you saw the cheating, did you.
-You wanna steal a van, I'm with you, luv, but we have got the motorcycle. 
-Yeah, I saw. He's gone.

 
 
6.06 "All The Way"
 
-Come with a nice leather collar, does it?
-Came through the tunnels. Running low on burba weed. Stir it in with the blood. Makes it all hot 'n spicy. 
-What? I was gonna pay for it. 
-I mean, no. I was gonna nick it, 'cause that's what I do. I go where I please and I take what I want, and what's your excuse anyway? I thought you'd had it to the brim with customer disservice.
-Um ... here. Only three to a jar. Tend to ... go a bit wonky if you cram them too close.
-Feel like a bit of the rough and tumble?
-Me ... you... 
-Patrolling? Hello?
-It's not like I don't already have plans. Great Pumpkin's on in twenty. 
-You know... 
-...in civilized cultures, that's called trespassing.
-Giles found you?
-Yeah, it's Dawn.
-No, it's okay, Giles was by here earlier looking for you. Dawn and her little friend pulled a Houdini. Up to a bit of candy-corn mischief, I suspect.
-Yeah, kids these days, eh? 
-I did a sweep of the tunnels, Giles is poking about the cemetery.
-I don't think she's in there. 
-So. This a private game, or, uh, can anyone join in? 
-It's Halloween, you nit! We take the night off. Those are the rules.
-No. I'm a rebel. You're an idiot. 
-Give the lot of us a bad name. 
-Guess I should bugger off. Something about big bads not venturing far from their crypts on Halloween.

 
 
6.07 "Once More, With Feeling" 
 
-The sun sets and she appears. Come to serenade me?
-Well, I've seen some damn funny things in the last two days. A 600 pound Chirago demon making like Yma Sumac, that one will stay with you. I remain immune, happy to say. Drink?
-Oh. So that's all. You've just come to pump me for information.
-Yeah, well ... don't wanna bore you with the small talk. 
-Don't know a thing.
-Nothing. Glad you could stop by. 
-It's nothing.

 
Song: "Rest In Peace" 
 
I died
So many years ago.
But you can make me feel
Like it isn't so
And why you come to be with me
I think I finally know
Mmm, mmm.
That's great.
But I don't wanna play.
'Cause being with you touches me
More than I can say.
But since I'm only dead to you
I'm saying stay away
And let me rest in peace.
Let me rest in peace
Let me get some sleep
-Let me take my love and bury it
In a hole six foot deep
I can lay my body down
But I can't find my sweet release
So let me rest in peace! 
You know
You've got a willing slave
And you just love to play the thought
That you might misbehave.
But till you do I'm telling you,
Stop visiting my grave
And let me rest in peace. 
I know I should go
But I follow you like a man possessed
There's a traitor here beneath my breast
And it hurts me more than you've ever guessed
If my heart could beat, it would break my chest
But I can see you're unimpressed
So leave me be. 
And let me rest in peace
Let me get some sleep 
Let me take my love and bury it
In a hole six foot deep 
I can lay my body down
But I can't find my sweet release... 
Let me rest in peace.
Why won't you
Let me rest in peace? 
 
-So ... you're not staying then? 
-Lookie lookie what I found.
-Works for him. Has a nice little story for the Slayer, don't you? Come on, then. Sing.
-If that's all you've got to say, then- 
-Strong. Someday he'll be a real boy.
-Gah! Don't be a stupid git. There is no-
-Look, forget them, Slayer. I've got your back.
-Fine. I hope you dance till you burn. You and the little bit. 
 
Song: "Walk Through The Fire" 
 
The torch I bear is scorching me
Buffy's laughing, I've no doubt
I hope she fries
I'm free if that bitch dies!
I better help her out...
She will never learn...
And she will walk through the fire
And let it- ...
First he'll kill her, then I'll save her...
No, I'll save her, then I'll kill her...
BUFFY, ANYA, GILES, SPIKE, TARA, WILLOW, XANDER:
And we are caught in the fire
The point of no return
So we will walk through the fire...
And let it
Burn
Let it burn
Let it burn
Let it burn! 

Song: "Life" 
 
Life's not a song
Life isn't bliss
Life is just this
It's living
You'll get along
The pain that you feel
You only can heal
By living
You have to go one living
So one of us is living. 
 
Song: "Where Do We Go From Here?" 
 
BUFFY/SPIKE:
Where do we go ... from here?
ALL:
Understand we'll go hand in hand
But we'll walk alone in fear.
Where do we go from here?
When does the end appear? 
 
-Bugger this. 
-You should go back inside. Finish the big group sing. Get your kum-ba-yayas out.
-The day you suss out what you do want, there'll probably be a parade. Seventy-six bloody trombones.
-Look, you don't have to say anything. 
 
BUFFY:  I touch the fire and it freezes me. 
SPIKE:  I died... 
BUFFY: 
 
SPIKE: 
I look into it and it's black
This isn't real
But I just want to feel 
 
So many years ago.
But you can make me
Feel 
As they hold the last note on "feel" they walk right up to each other. They finish the song and kiss passionately. 
 
 
6.08 "Tabula Rasa"

-Can we talk?
-We have to talk.
-We kissed, Buffy.
-We ... we kissed, you and me. All Gone With The Wind, with the rising music, and the rising ... music, and what was that, Buffy?
-Oh, don't get all prim and proper with me. 
-I know what kind of girl you really are. Don't I.
-Yeah. Whadda you want?
-Take it easy, you'll get your kittens. 
-I just need a little more time.
-You need to give me asylum.
-You met him, I believe. Toothy bloke with the baby-seal breath? 
-Nasty fellow, him. And ugly too. 
-He's got a mouthful of choppers just waiting to be yanked out and worn as necklaces.
-Nope.
-Oh, listen to Mary Poppins. He's got his crust all stiff and upper with that nancy-boy accent. You Englishmen are always so... Bloody hell! Sodding, blimey, shagging, knickers, bollocks, oh God! I'm English!
-You don't suppose you and I ... we're not related, are we?
-Father. Oh, god, how I must hate you.
-There's always something, and what's with the trollop?
-I saw you! Sleeping together.
-Oh, great, a tarty stepmom who's half old Daddy's age.
-Rupert!
-Um... 
-'Made with care for Randy.' Randy Giles? Why not just call me 'Horny Giles,' or 'Desperate for a Shag Giles'? I knew there was a reason I hated you!
-You never showed me affection like that! 
-...I'd wager.
-Looks like Joan fancies herself the boss.
-Dad can drive. He's bound to have some classic midlife-crisis transport. Something red, shiny, shaped like a penis. 
-Vampires!
-Oh! 
-Let's give 'em these.
-Fine! Take your damn spikes! 
-Who, me?
-Kittens?! 
-That's your plan?
-Right.
-Ready, Joan. 
-Um...
-Right.
-Hey, I'm a superhero too! 
-Joan, where're you going? 
-Hey! Joan! Wait up! 
-Wait up! 
-Bloody hell, what are you doing?
-Right, none of us do, and we're being chased by-
-How can you say - I, me, a vampire? No.
-And I bite yours. So how come I don't wanna bite you? And why am I fightin' other vampires?
-I must be a noble vampire. A good guy. On a mission of redemption. I help the hopeless. I'm a vampire with a soul.
-I'm a hero really. I mean, to be cast such an ugly lot in life and then to rise above it. To seek out better, nobler things. It's inspirational, isn't it? And the two of us...natural enemies, thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness. Utter trust. No thought of me biting you, no thought of you staking me.
- Buffy! Buff- 
-From dust... 
-...to dust.
-You'll get paid. I'm no welsher.
-You all right? 
 
 
6.09 "Smashed" 
 
-Yaah!
-I thought they were demons.
-Remind me not to help you.
-Hey. Little sympathy for the man with the migraine here, can we?
-Yeah. You'd think if the government was gonna put a chip in my head, they'd at least make it so I could attack criminals and that sort.
-There are other ways.
-Buffy. 
-Oh, so you wanna jump right to the kissing then, eh?
-Twice.
-You're a tease, you know that, Slayer? Get a fellow's motor revving, let the tension marinate a couple-a days, then bam! Crown yourself the ice queen.
-It's only a matter of time before you realize I'm the only one here for you, pet. You got no one else! 
-Well, well, well. Look who decided to show up.
-Well, you know, a man was frozen alive in there. A little compassion, luv. 
-Uh, you know, as long as we're both here, you might as well tag along. I mean, as a team we could-
-It did the other night.
-And you seem awfully quick to forget about them. 
-But...
-You know, I always wondered about you two.
-Did it work?
-You convince yourself?
-A man can change. 
-Stop walking away.
-Ahh, ahh, ohh! 
-Look at all the goodies. 
-That's right, you should scream. 
-Creature of the night here, yeah? Some people forget that. 
-She thinks I'm housebroken. She forgot who she's dealing with.
-Just 'cause she's confused about where she fits in, I'm supposed to be too? 'Cause I'm not. I know what I am. I'm dangerous. I'm evil.
-Yes, I am. I am a killer. That's what I do. I kill. And, yeah, maybe it's been a long time, but ... it's not like you forget how. 
-You just ... do it. And now I can, again, all right? So here goes. 
-This might hurt a little. 
-What the hell is going on? 
-Knock knock, robot boy. Need you to look at my chip.
-In my head, the chip in my head.
-Well, you can play holodeck another time. Right now, I'm in charge.
-Examine my chip, or else Mister... 
- ...Fett here is the first to die. 
-What I want ... is answers, nimrod.
-That right? Let's find out. 
-I'm not scratching your anything. You do what I tell you, that's the deal. Deal?
-Then let's go. 
-Yeah.
-Warren!! 
-Bloody hell. Get on with it then. 
-Help me out here, Spock, I don't speak loser.
-There's gotta be something wrong-
-Hey.
-If you're lying to me-
-You tell anyone about this...
-It's about the rules having changed. 
-Everything's different now. 
-Nothing wrong with me. Something wrong with her.
-Slayer.
-Meet me at the cemetery. Twenty minutes. Come alone.
-Bloody hell. Yes, it's me.
-Just be there.
-Something like that, yeah. Thought you might be up for a little grunt work.
-I was talking shop, luv, but if you got other ideas ... you, me, cozy little tomb with a view... 
-Slayer.
-You never showed.
-You shouldn't be so flip, luv.
-I'm just saying things might be a little different. 
-You oughta be careful.
-Or what? 
-Oh, the pain! The pain! Is gone.
-Guess what I just found out. Looks like I'm not as toothless as you thought, sweetheart.
-Don't you get it? Don't you see? You came back wrong. 
-It's no trick. It's not me, it's you. Just you, in fact, that's the funny part. 'Cause you're the one that's changed. That's why this doesn't hurt me. 
-Came back a little less human than you were.
-Then how come you're so spooked, luv? And why can I - do that? 
-Oh, poor little lost girl.
-She doesn't fit in anywhere. She's got no one to love. 
-I'm in love with you.
-Hello! Vampire! 
-I'm supposed to be treading on the dark side. 
-What's your excuse? 
-I wasn't planning on hurting you. Much.
-Afraid to give me the chance? 
-You afraid I'm gonna- 
 
 
6.10 "Wrecked" 
 
-I don't know. Must have been sometime between the first time and the, uh... 
-What's the hurry, luv? 
-You didn't seem to take issue with that last night. Or with any of the other little nasties we whispered.
-I just don't see why you have to run off so quick. Thought we could- 
-Don't say that.
-Not exactly what I had in mind. 
-Make me.
-Stay. I'm stuck here. Sun's up. 
-I knew. I knew the only thing better than killing a slayer would be f...
-Well, I wouldn't throw stones, pet. You seem to be quite the groupie yourself.
-I'm just sayin' ... vampires get you hot.
-So, what now? You go back to treating me like dirt till the next time you get an itch you can't scratch? Well, forget it. Last night changed things. I'm done being your whipping boy.
-Bollocks! It was a bloody revelation. 
-You can act as high and mighty as you like ... but I know where you live now, Slayer. I've tasted it. 
-Hardly. Wouldn't be nearly as interesting, would it? 
-I may be dirt ... but you're the one who likes to roll in it, Slayer. You never had it so good as me. Never. 
-Yeah, and it made you scream, didn't it?
-Right. 
-You're gonna want these, too. 
-I'm a bit knackered. Had a long night. 
-Someone should teach you how to use candles in foreplay, luv.
-Again? Ever think about a Lojack for the girl? What's the story?
-Willow? That's kind of a sorry excuse to come by. If you want the touch all you need to do is-
-Rack?
-I know who he is, he deals in magic. Black stuff, dangerous.
-Because he cloaks it. You can't feel it unless you're into the big bad - a witch or a vampire or-
-Oh, that's right. Hide your blushing eyes. 
-Not yet. I might pick up on it if you stop asking me about every two seconds.
-What, so I can linger near your precious self? Get a grip.
-Maybe, but we've been through this, haven't we? Things have changed.
-Yeah. Me too. 
-No, it's your calling. Gave me a run for my money, Slayer. 
-Now, I admit it. You've had me by the short hairs. I love you. You know it. But I got my rocks back. You felt something last night.
-Not yet. But I'm in your system now. You're gonna crave me, like I crave blood. And the next time you come crawling, if you don't stop being such a bitch, maybe I will bite you.
-Too late for that. You invited me in already. And as for your work, you need me. Like tonight.
-You really gonna put your little sis in danger just to spite me? 
 
 
6.11 "Gone"
 
-Morning.
-Just, uh, took a stroll. Found myself in your neck of the woods.
-Yeah, well, the fact is my lighter's gone missing. Thought it might have, uh, dropped outta my pocket the last time I was here.
-What?
-Oh, don't flatter yourself, luv. Bloody fond of that lighter. 
-So, um ... what should I call you then? Pet? 
-Sweetheart? My, uh ... little goldilocks? 
-You know I love this hair. The way it bounces around when you- 
-Ah-ah-ah! This flapjack's not ready to be flipped. 
-So, we gonna chat this out, or what?
-No worries. I'll wait.
-Oh, right! Uh ... hey! Buffy's a great mom. She takes good care of her little sis. Like, um, when Dawn was hanging out too much in my crypt, Buffy put a right stop to it.
-Uh, thing, yeah. Uh, my blanket. 
-Didn't go well, huh? 
-I just thought you'd want-
-Just getting what I came for, luv. 
-So long, goldilocks. 
-Whatever beastie you are, I know you're here. And I hurt beasties. 
-Hey, watch it. 
-A ghost, is it? Go and haunt the living, like a good spook. 
-Buffy?
-What am I ... What does it look like I'm doing, you nit? I'm exercising, aren't I? 
-A man shouldn't use immortality as an excuse to let himself go. Gotta keep fit for the killing. 
-So what, you just come here to criticize my housekeeping?
-Haven't seen her.
-Yeah? How did, uh... 
-Uh, tell you what, I'll ... take a peek around first chance I get...  and if we bump into each other, I'll clue her that you're on the lookout. 
-Yeah, right. 
-That was bloody stupid.
-Perfect for you. 
-What I want... 
-This vanishing act's right liberating for you, innit? Go anywhere you want. Do anything you want. Or anyone.
-The only reason you're here, is that you're not here.
-Not too put off by it though, are you?
-Free of life? Got another name for that. Dead.
-Yeah, now! But sooner or later your chums are gonna work out a way to bring you back to living color. You need to go. Get dressed if you can find your clothes, and push off. 'Cause if I can't have all of you, I'd rather- 
-Okay, that's cheating. 
 
 
6.12 "DoubleMeat Palace"
 
-What's in the DoubleMeat nuggets?
-Yeah, and you chose to be in the consumer service profession, and I'm a consumer. Service me.
-Give a bloke a chance for his eyes to adjust. Damn fluorescent lights. Makes me look dead. 
-Some demons love 'em. The way they vibrate makes the skin twitch. That the kinda demon you are, luv?
-Oh. I see. That why you took this job? Prove something to yourself? A normal job for a normal girl? Good way to drive yourself crazy, that is.
-Buffy. 
-You're not happy here.
-You don't belong here. You're something ... you're better than this.
-I can get money. Walk with me now, come on.
-You gotta get outta here, this place'll do stuff to you. 
-This place'll kill you! 
 
 
6.13 "Dead Things"
 
-Lucky for the bed. 
-Mm...no. Just looks different when you're under it. 
-Well, I ate a decorator once. Maybe something stuck.
-Yeah?
-Well, if you want, I can... 
-Are we having a conversation?
-Hmm.
-Well, isn't this usually the part where you ... kick me in the head and run out, virtue fluttering?
-You were amazing.
-I was just trying to keep up. The things you do ... the way you make it hurt in all the wrong places. I've never been with such an animal. 
-You wanna see the bite marks?
-And she's off. 
-What is this to you? This thing we have.
-Do you even like me? 
-But you like what I do to you. 
-Do you trust me?
-You see ... you try to be with them... 
-...but you always end up in the dark ... with me. 
-What would they think of you ... if they found out ... all the things you've done? 
-If they knew ... who you really were? 
-Stop me. 
-No ... don't close your eyes. 
-Look at them. 
-That's not your world. You belong in the shadows... with me.
-Look at your friends ... and tell me ... you don't love getting away with this... right under their noses. 
-Ow! 
-Bloody hell, what'd you do that for?
-Buffy! 
-So you thought you could just slip away, then? Vampire, remember? 
-I could feel you. 
-Ow! Bloody hell, what'd you do that for? 
-Buffy! 
-Buffy! 
-Do you mind? 
-Buffy?
-We have to go.
-There's nothing you can do now. We have to go before someone sees you.
-We have to go, now! 
-All right. Listen to me. Buffy. Buffy!
-It was an accident.
-I'm gonna get you home.
-I'm gonna get you home, and you're gonna crawl in your warm comfy bed and stay there! We're gonna sort this out. Trust me. 
-It's all right, luv. 
-Shh, it's all right. It'll be our little secret. 
-What do you think you're doing?
-Sorry, luv. Can't let you do that.
-Nothing happened.
-Demons in the woods? Time going wonky? They won't believe you.
-Show them what? 
-I took care of it.
-What I had to. I went back and I took care of it. It doesn't matter now. No one will ever find her.
-Oh ... balls.
-There still isn't anything to connect this to you.
-It wasn't your fault!
-It was an accident. It just happened.
-You're not going in there.
-I can't. I love you.
-You think I haven't tried not to? 
-You are not throwing your life away over this.
-Why are you doing this to yourself?
-And how many people are alive because of you? How many have you saved? One dead girl doesn't tip the scale.
-Buffy- 
-Why don't you explain it? 
-Come on, that's it, put it on me. Put it all on me. That's my girl.
-You always hurt ... the one you love, pet. 
-Buffy? 
-Buffy... 
 
 
6.14 "Older and Far Away"
 
-Yeah. Willow mentioned the shindig ... figured we're all part of the team.
-Thought I'd, uh, swing by. 
-You know, more, merrier, that whole thing.
-Stupid git! 
-You wanna slip away for a minute, luv?
-I'll let you blow out my candles.
-Oh, what, you worried about Richard? You don't wanna make your new boyfriend jealous, huh?
-"Oh, shut up, he's sweet."
-You think he'll take you out on his ten-speed, pet? Maybe he'll let you ride in that little basket in the front. Jealous my ass. 
-Ooh, Buffy. Can I get you a soda pop? I think I'm in looove. 
-Mm-hmm. 
-I had ... a ... muscle cramp. Buffy was, uh, helping.
-What, it's a thing.
-Must be some late-night activities to keep us busy till morning.
-What? Oh. Yeah.
-You should definitely go. Let's find your coat and get you on your merry way.
-Me either. Besides, Richie, you can't skip breakfast. Growing boy like you. Me, I used to love breakfast. In the old days, I probably would have eaten by now.
-Yeah? I don't know. Tummy's making all kinds of gurglies. Maybe I oughta just feed on whatever's around...even if it doesn't go down well. You, uh, work out?
-What, poor dainty Richard can't take a joke?
-What are you gonna do, beat me up again?
-And *I* was insane to think... No, wait. You were right. *You're* insane. 
-Yeah, well, can't. Daylight.
-I'll get the door.
-Fine!
-Me too. 
-Things we'd rather be doing.
-Hey, I don't wanna keep you all from the touchy-feelies, but maybe the encounter group can meet later. Say, when we're not trapped in a house.
-No. Can't. 
-What the bloody hell was that?
-The demon you thought you killed.
-So, you ever think about *not* celebrating a birthday? Just to try it, I mean.
-Well, we can't just stay put like cattle, waiting for that thing to pop out every time it gets peckish.
-Look-
-The sword! 
-Hey, wait a minute.
-Not really. 
-Just one thing to do. 
 
 
6.15 "As You Were" 
 
-Ah, it's a fair cop, you caught me, Slayer. However, in all honesty, I think we have to say this one doesn't count. After all, I wasn't exactly hiding. 
-No? What kind of answer is that, you haven't even heard the question yet.
-And we both know ... that I'm not the only one thinking it. 
-Why not? 
-So it's the fear of getting caught, then, is it?
-Needn't be an obstacle. 
-I hear you're serious. So am I. I want you ... you want me... 
-...I can't go inside, so ... maybe the time is right ... for you to come outside. 
-Buffy. Hey now. If I'd-a known you were coming, I'd-a baked a cake. 
-Well, suppose I could be helpful. If the price is right. I'm not sure I'm selling out at Double Meat Palace wages, though.
-Human?
-Clock ticking?
-Soon but not now? 
-I love you. You know I do. 
-I always want you. In point of fact-
-Well, looky here. I don't usually use the word delicious... 
-...but I've gotta wager this little tableau must sting a bit, eh? Me and your former? Must kill. What can I say? Girl just needs a little monster in her man. 
-Here I thought we'd run you out of town, mate. 
-Last time I saw you, if memory serves, you were getting the juice sucked out of you by some undead ladies of very questionable reputation. 
-Now, be a good tin soldier and, uh... 
-Where are what, and why do you keep calling me that?
-Look, crew cut.  She's not your bint any more. And if I can speak frankly, she always had a little thing for me, even when she was shagging you.
-Eggs? You're off your nut. It must be those drugs they were keeping you on. I did warn you.
-No need to defend me, luv. 
-Over my dead body.
-Well, you're not gonna- 
-Oh, this is ... unconstitutional, is what it is! Here! 
-There's nothin' to see down there! 
-I can explain.
-You can stop calling me that any time. If I may, the thing of it is, I'm holding these for a friend, who- 
-Well, that's bloody funny coming from you! No more games? That's all you've ever done is play me. You keep playing with rules you make up as you like. You know what I am. You've always known. You come to me all the same.
-So she's back. Thought you'd be off snogging with soldier-boy.
-So, you come for a bit of cold comfort? The bed's a bit blown up, but then, that was never our-
-So this is worse then, is it, this is you telling me-
-I've memorized this tune, luv. Think I have the sheet music. Doesn't change what you want.
-I don't call five hours straight a little while.
-Really not complaining here.

 
 
6.16 "Hells Bells"
 
-Oh. Uh, I want you to meet my date.
-So, yeah. Anyway, that's my date. She's with me. My date for the wedding.
-Hello, Buffy.
-It's a happy occasion. You meet my friend?
-Is it working?
-I'm sorry. Or, Good! 
-You want us to go?
-That's not true, you... God, this is hard.
-I think we'll go.
-Yeah, I suppose. That was the idea.
-Evil.
-But I won't. Or I... I'll just go. Give 'em my best or whatever. The happy couple.
-It's nice to watch you be happy. For them, even. I don't see it a lot. You, uh... you glow.
-Yeah. 
-But it hurts? 
-Thanks. 
-Let's go then.
-Let's just piss off, all right? 
 
 
6.17 "Normal Again"
 
-You lookin' for me? 
-Oh. Right then. Off you go. Did you cry?
-The wedding. Two hearts joined for eternity, great pelting showers of rice and so forth.
-What? Families get out of hand? Tear the place apart?
-Well. Gotta say ... I didn't see that coming. 
-Is that right.
-Yeah, well ... some people can't see a good thing when they've got it. 
-Tell you what, Slayer. Let me get out of your way. I'll stop bothering you.
-You know, I guess you know all about that, don't you? The king of the big exit. Heard it brought the house down.
-Right. Let's not listen to Spike. Might get a bit of the truth on you. 
-More than happy to beat you right through the pain, you pathetic poof. 
-Here, let's get her back to my crypt.
-Put a little ice on the back of her neck. 
-She likes that. 
-So, she's having the wiggins, is she? Thinks none of us are real. Bloody self-centered, if you ask me.
-On the other hand, it might explain some things -- this all being in that twisted brain of hers. Yeah. Thinks up some chip in my head. Make me soft, fall in love with her, then turn me into her soddin' sex slave-
-Nothing. Alternative realities. Where we're all little figments of Buffy's funny-farm delusion. You know, in a different reality, you might not have left your bride at the altar. You might have gone through with it like a man.
-Oh, balls. You didn't say he was a glarghk guhl kashma'nik.
-I'll hold here, keep an eye on the wax job.
-How is she?
-You all right?
-Fine, then. 
-You know, but I hope you don't think this an- 
-I hope you don't think this antidote's gonna rid you of that nasty martyrdom. See, I figured it out, luv. You can't help yourself. You're not drawn to the dark like I thought. 
-You're addicted to the misery. It's why you won't tell your pals about us. Might actually have to be happy if you did. They'd either understand and help you, god forbid ... or drive you out ... where you can finally be at peace, in the dark. With me. Either way, you'd be better off for it, but you're too twisted for that. Let yourself live, already. And stop with the bloody hero trip for a sec. We'd all be the better for it. 
-You either tell your friends about us ... or I will. 
 
 
6.18 "Entropy"
 
-How you doin'?
-Here, I could take care of this guy if you want.
-I mean, sure he don't look like much...
-... but I'd wager he could give you a bit o'nasty. I'll save you the staking. All you gotta do is--
-Right. Well, I'll just be dropping him down to you then?
-In that case, why won't you sleep with me again?
-Like Hell.
-What's this?
-Yeah, I got that part. Why am I holding it?
-Oh, the great Xander thinks so! Shudder gasp! It must be true!
-That ponce has always had it for me. Every chance he gets, he sticks it --
-You believe him, don't you? You think I was spying on you.
-You think I could do that.
-I don't hurt you.
-No, you don't. I've tried to make it clear to you, but you won't see it. Something happened to me. The way I feel... about you... It's different. No matter how hard you try to convince yourself it isn't. It's real.
-Get out.
-Hey. I need a thing.
-Fresh of out of pleasure. That's why I'm here. I need something. Numbing spell, maybe?
-Sorry to bust up the little girls' night out.
-Right then. Got something that'll dull the ache a bit?
-...and then this girl says "real for you-"
-Xander. Let's not waste any more breath on that wanker-
-I care. What he did to you, I've never stooped that low, and I'm an "evil, souless thing" according to some people-
-Absolutely.
-Take him on myself if it wasn't for my little handicap.
-You name it, pet. You're the wronged party. Something gruesome, how 'bout?
-Right! An' I didn't ask for this bloody chip in my head-
-Me too. The using part. I just wanted to know what I was missing, move on.
-She was so raw. Never felt anything like it...
-Right.
-Exact- I have no dance.
-To the rafters!
-Never! I was always going above and beyond. I saved the Scoobies how many times? And I can't stand the lot of you.
-You do.. That's why you're the only one of them I wouldn't bite if I had the chance.
-Absolutely. I have nothing but respect for a woman who is forthright. Drusilla was always straightforward. Didn't have a
single buggering clue about what was going on right in front of her, but she was straight about it. That's a virtue.
-That's because he's one of them. Uptight. Repressed.
-Please. It's no wonder they couldn't deal with the likes of you and me, Luv. We both should have been dead hundreds of years ago - and we're the only ones that are really alive.
-Here. Ladies last.
-Take it quick or my chivalry'll run out.
-Intimately.
-Yeah.
-Shhhhh-
-Now now... He'd have to be more than just the git he is, Anya. He'd have to be deaf, dumb and blind not to want a woman like you.
-The two of them, they're weak is all. Tell you one thing. They're going to miss the water now that the well's gone dry.
-Too hot...
-Hmmmmm.
-I'll show you mine...
-Moving on.
-See? Forthright.
-Not gonna fight you. Chip.
-Good enough for Buffy.
-Stupid tossbag. You know, I wish he would --

 
 
6.19 "Seeing Red" 
 
-You hurt?
-We need to talk.
-This isn't just about you -- as much you'd like it to be.
-I'm sorry.
-Not that it matters now. But I needed you to know that.
-Because I care about you.
-That's not... I didn't go to Anya for that. I was looking for a spell.
-It wasn't for you. I wanted something -- anything to make this feeling stop. I just wanted it to stop. You should have let him kill me.
-Why?
-Because you love me.
-Why do you keep lying to yourself?
-Trust is for old marrieds, Buffy. Great love is wild and passionate and dangerous. It burns and consumes.
-I know you feel like I do. You don't have to hide it anymore.
-Let yourself feel it...
-You love me...
-Let it go... Let yourself love me...
-I know you felt it... When I was inside you...
-You're going to let me inside you...
-You'll feel it again, Buffy...
-I'll make you feel it...
-Oh god. Buffy... I didn't --
-What have I done? Why didn't I do it? What has she done to me?
-We were never together. Not really. She wouldn't lower herself that far.
-Why do I feel this way?
-Is that what this is?
-I can feel it. Squirming inside my head.
-The chip. Little Jiminy Cricket, gnawing bits and chunks.
-Everything used to be so clear. Slayer. Vampire. Vampire kills Slayer, sucks her dry, picks his teeth with her bones.
-That's how it's always been. I've tasted the life of two Slayers. But with Buffy... This isn't the way it's supposed to be. It's the chip. Steel and wires and silicon. It won't let me be a  monster. And I can't be a man. I'm nothing.
-They do. If you make them.
-She thinks she knows me. She thinks she knows who I am. What I'm capable of. She has no idea. I wasn't always this way. It won't be easy, but I can be like I was. Before they castrated me. Before... Then she'll see who I really am.
-Get nice and comfy Slayer. I'll be back. And when I do... it's all gonna change.

 
 
6.20 "Villains" 
 
-Not asking for permission, mate. 
-You do the finger paintings? Nice work. 
-Yeah. I seek you.
-Thinks she's better than me. Ever since I got this bleeding chip in my head, things ain't been right. Everything's gone to hell.
-Yeah. 
-What?
-It's this bloody chip-
-I'm still a warrior.
-Yeah? I'll show you pathetic. Give me your best shot.
-Do your worst. But when I win ... I want what I came here for.
-Bitch is gonna see a change. 
 
 
6.21 "Two to Go" 
 
-Yeah yeah - it's not like you haven't been clear about it, oh great mysterious one. This is a test. I don't get what I want unless I pass said test. That about the size and shape?
-And since you got your pad decked out gladiator style, and no number two pencils have been provided - I guess we're not starting with the written.
-Well?
-Ah. Here we go, then. Just me And the walking action figure. I'm venturing this would be the Kill-or-be-killed type situation, then?
-Right. Here we are now. Entertain us.
-Oh, son of a b...
-Had enough?
-Ow! Badmove badmove badmove...
-Looks like local boy loses.
-Good on me, then. So? I get what I came for? I passed, right?
-Right, then I... wait... first stage?
-Bugger.

 
 
6.22 "Grave" 
-Well, that was a bloody doddle and piece o'piss. 
-Got any more ruddy tests for me, you ponce? I'll take anything you can throw at me, if it'll get me what I need to take care of the Slayer. Give her what's coming to her. Bloody hell.
-So you just bring it on. Bring on the whole- 
-Bloody right I have. 
-So you'll give me what I want. Make me what I was. So Buffy can get what she deserves.