No, you can't be the only not embarrassed one. What did you do?
AAnya
[nervously] I, uh, wrote a poem. An epic poem...comparing him to a daisy and a tower and a lake.
RARadio Announcer
And now the latest on Sunnydale's late-night bandit who is still at large. A masked thief held up a number of large businesses— [Anya quickly switches off the radio]
Pretty sure. It claimed to be the original evil, the one that came before anything else.
AAnya
Please, how many times have I heard that line in my demon days? "I'm so rotten, they don't even have a word for it. I'm bad. Baddy bad bad bad. Does it make you horny?" [everyone stares at her] Or terrified. Whatever.
How can Buffy take this for granted? I mean, he lives in our house, we train with him.
AAnya
Don't waste your time down that road. Spike's got some sort of "Get Out of Jail Free" card that doesn't apply to the rest of us. I mean, he could slaughter a hundred frat boys, and... [everyone shoots a look at Anya] Forgiveness makes us human, blah-dee-blah-blah-blah.
But you didn't earn it. You didn't work for it. You've never had anybody come up to you and say you deserve these things more than anyone else. They were just handed to you. So that doesn't make you better than us. It makes you luckier than us.
And they have no purpose that unites them, so they just drift around, blundering through life until they die, which they-they know is coming, yet every single one of them is surprised when it happens to them. They're incapable of thinking about what they want beyond the moment. They kill each other, which is clearly insane... and yet here's the thing. When it's something that really matters, they fight. I mean, they're lame morons for fighting, but they do! They never... they never quit. So I guess I'll keep fighting too.