[After defeating Gachnar, Giles looks back at the small image of him in the book]
Some quality treats here, Giles.
This is much better. There is no problem that cannot be solved by chocolate.
That's your scary costume?
AAnya
Bunnies frighten me.
Oh, bloody hell. The inscription.
I should've translated the Gaelic inscription under the illustration of Gachnar.
With Mom at Aunt Darlene's this year, I'm not getting a Thanksgiving. Maybe it's just as well.
AAnya
Well, I think that's a shame. I love a ritual sacrifice.
It's not really a one of those.
AAnya
To commemorate a past event, you kill and eat an animal. It's a ritual sacrifice... with pie.
AAnya
I inflicted a lot of putrefying diseases on men when I was an avenging demon, you look like you're getting all of them.
Okay, I'll stay. But you should go, you could catch it.
AAnya
We'll die together. It's romantic... Help me get your trousers off.
You're a strange girlfriend.
Oh, there's a chance I'm delirious.
AAnya
Ah, yes. Well, whatever it is that's making you sick, so far I like it.
[At Giles's apartment, Xander and Anya are arguing about their relationship.]
If you don't know how I feel about -
AAnya
I don't. This isn't a relationship! You don't need me. All you care about is lots of orgasms.
[The others are silent with disbelief.]
OK... remember how we talked about private conversations? How they're less private when they're in front of my friends?
Oh, we're not your friends. Go on.
Guess she's out with Riley. You know how it is with a spanking new boyfriend.
AAnya
[offhandedly while stacking her chips] Yes, we've enjoyed spanking.
[Xander loses control of the deck he was shuffling.]
[Buffy, Willow, and Anya are watching Wile E. Coyote and Road Runner in bed in Xander's Basement]
Well no, Buff, that's why they're called cartoons, not documentaries.
Must we have the noise? My head is splitting.
Well, look who's cranky bear in the morning.
Yes, I can't imagine why I didn't sleep well in my beach ball.
AAnya
Everytime you moved, it make squeaky noises. It was irritating.
Really? I'm surprised you could hear it over your Wagnerian snoring.
Okay, you guys. Could we not, please? Everything's screwed up enough without you two doing scenes from my parent's marriage.
It'll be okay, Buffy. Riley's just confused, that's all.
I don't know. Just seems like things could get heavier. His whole world's falling apart.
AAnya
And after everything you've been through with Angel. You know, you really sould get yourself a boring boyfriend, like Xander. You can't have Xander.
That was the idea. Riley was supposed to be Mr. Joe Guy. We were gonna do dumb things like hold hands through the daisies, going "Tra-la-la."
Poor Buffy, your life resists all thing average.
AAnya
So dump him. But you can't have Xander.
I'll try and remember that. It's too late, anyway. I'm already at the "I hurt when he hurts, I smiles when he smiles" stage.
I'll just have to make it work.
TATV Announcer
Sunnydale is still reeling from news of the crime. A source in the coroner's office tells us that the boy was stabbed with what looks like some kind of large skewer, and his body was then mutilated. Police have not named a suspect, and the killer is still at large.
The Polgara demon had a skewer in its arm. That's the one that Maggie insisted we bring back alive.
She must have sent it after you.
And it got distracted. God.
Buffy, it's not your fault. How could you know?
She's right. You mustn't blame yourself.
I'm not going to. I'm going to the crime scene to see what I can find out. You guys research the Polgara demon. I want to know where it is. When I find it, I'm going to make it pay for taking that kid's life. I'll make him die in ways he can't even imagine. [uncomfortable pause] That probably would have sounded more commanding if I wasn't wearing my yummy sushi pajamas.
But someone could wish the whole world to be different, right? That's... possible?
AAnya
Sure. Alternate realities. You could, uh, could have, like, a world without shrimp, or with, you know, nothing but shrimp. You could even make, like, a freaky world where Jonathan's like some kind of not-perfect mouth-breather, if that's what's blowing up your skirt these days. Just don't ask me to live there.
I'm not entirely sure that we can trust our memories. Anya, tell them about the alternate universes.
AAnya
Oh, okay. Say you really like shrimp a lot or we could say you don't like shrimp at all. "Blah, I wish there weren't any shrimp" you'd say to yourself-
Stop! You're saying it wrong. I think that Jonathan may be doing something so that he's manipulating the world and we're all, like, his pawns.
Stop with the shrimp! I'm trying to do something here.
[At Giles' place. Riley pages through a spellbook.]
These spells, they really work? I mean, can you really turn your enemies inside out? Or... learn to excrete gold coins.
AAnya
That one's not so much fun.
They work, Riley, but they take concentration. Being attuned with the forces of the universe.
Right, you can't just go librum incendere and expect --
[The book catches on fire; Xander closes it rapidly.]
Xander, don't speak Latin in front of the books.
Buffy and Riley are trapped.
AAnya
So? She's a Slayer, he's a big soldier boy. What do they need you for?
Anya, look around: there's ghosts and shaking and people are going all Felicity with their hair. We're fresh out of super-people and somebody's gotta go back in there. Now, who's with me?
I am. I know I'm not the first choice for heroics, and Buffy's tried to kill me more than once, and I don't fancy a single one of you at all, but... Actually, all that sounds pretty convincing. [walks off.] I wonder if Asian House is open.
[Giles is singing and playing "Behind Blue Eyes" by The Who at an espresso bar. Anya, Willow, Xander and Tara watch from the door, amazed. All three girls are riveted; Willow's and Anya's mouths are hanging open.]
Um, could we go back to the haunted house? Cause, this is creeping me out.
[sarcastic.] Sure. Every day the earth rotates backward and the skies turn orange.
Now I remember why I used to have such a crush on him.
AAnya
His voice is... pleasant.
Oh, come on, he is kinda sexy.
I'm fighting total mental breakdown here, Will. No more fueling the fire, please.
When you called to Buffy and Riley didn't cry out or respond in any way.
AAnya
No, they're probably dead.
Unless they're too busy doing it to answer.
You know, for a god of acoustic rock you're... kind of naive.
I didn't think you meant... In the midst of all that? Do you really think they were keeping it up?
[long awkward pause]
Oh, for different phrasing.
I believe we're dealing with a kind of poltergeist. A whole cluster of them, in fact, born out of intense adolescent emotion and sexual energy.
AAnya
Both of which were totally pent up during Mrs. Holt's reign of repression.
So with Buffy and Riley having... you know, acts of nakedness 'round the clock lately, maybe they set something free. Like a big, bursting poltergasm.
I can't believe it really happened.
I just had no idea. It's so creepy. He was really singing?
I'd say it was more like crooning. If we grow old together, remind me to skip the midlife crisis.
Come on, you have to admit, it was kind of sexy.
Please stop saying that. I'm willing to offer cash incentives.
We're just lucky no one got injured. No thanks to us.
Don't be too hard on yourself.
He's right, Will. If Riley and I hadn't, gotten so wrapped up in each other, none of this would have happened.
My girlfriend, mistress of the learning plateau.
Really, it wasn't your fault. You were under the influence of powerful magicks.
We were like zombies. I had no control over myself at all.
It must have been horrible.
[Xander and Anya are playing Life with Dawn.]
AAnya
Crap! Look at this. I'm burdened with a husband, and several tiny pink children, and more cash than I can reasonably manage...
That means you're winning.
AAnya
Oh! [claps] I'm so pleased! Can I trade in the children for more cash?