Carnegie-Melon has a wonderful design curriculums. Oh, and Brown University's history program is... You like history, right?
Could we talk about this another time? All day it's been like, "Congratulations!" "Go away."
That's not it. It's just... you belong at-at a good old-fashioned college with-with keg parties and boys, not here with Hellmouths and vampires.
Not really seeing the distinction.
No, you're always talking about how you wish you could lead a more normal life. Well, this is your chance.
Yeah, it's just not that simple. I have responsibilities.
I know, I know, but I spoke with Mr. Giles, and he said--
That Faith could be Miss Sunnydale in the slayer pageant. I know.
It's time to think about your future, Buffy, about your whole life. I mean, honestly, is there anything keeping you here?
No luck reaching Cordelia?
I've left a few messages. Sixty, seventy... but you know what really bugs me? [to Willow] OK, we kissed. It was a mistake. But I know that was positively the last time we were ever gonna kiss.
And they burst in, rescuing us, without even knocking? I mean, this is really all their fault.
Your logic does not resemble our Earth logic.
Mine is much more advanced.
Cordelia Chase. What did she wish for?
AAnyanka
I had no idea her wish would be so exciting! 'Brave new world.' I hope she likes it.
You're gonna change it back. I'm not afraid of you. Your only power lies in the wishing.
AAnyanka
Wrong! This is the real world now. This is the world we made. Isn't it wonderful?
[Giles snatches her glowing necklace and breaks free of her grasp, then grabbing a heavy object from his desk, raises his arm to smash the amulet.]
AAnyanka
You trusting fool. How do you know the other world is any better than this?
I wish Buffy Summers had never come to Sunnydale!
Done! [nothing happens, Anya is confused]
No! I wish Buffy Summers had never been born! That would be cool!
Done! [again nothing happens]
And I wish that Xander Harris never again knows the touch of a woman. And that Willow wakes up tomorrow covered in monkey hair.
In fact, I wish all men except maybe the dumb and the really agreeable kind disappear off the face of the earth. That would be so cool! Or maybe...
[choking and grunting] Nnrrf! Nnrrf!
Oh, God. Demon, demon. What kills a demon?!
[choking and grunting] Nnrrf! Nnrrf!
Oh, nerf. Not nerf. Knife!
Okay. That was too close for comfort. Not that slaying's ever comfy, but, you know what I mean? [sighs] If you guys hadn't been here to help...
But we were. And we did. And-and we're all fine. [sighs] Isn't he gonna go poof?
Um, I guess these guys don't. We'll have to bury him or something. [groans] Makes you appreciate vamps though. No fuss, no muss.
So how come Faith was a no-show? I thought mucus-y demons were her favorites.
Couldn't reach her. Again. She hasn't been hanging out much.
A little bit. Slaying's a rough gig. Too much alone time isn't healthy. Stuff gets pent up.
We should try to do more socializing with her.
Well, burial detail aside, does this cap us off for the day?
I cannot stress enough how much I don't have plans.
No luck reaching Cordelia?
I've left a few messages. 60. 70. But you know what really bugs me? [to Willow] Okay, we kissed. It was a mistake. But I know that was positively the last time we were ever gonna kiss.
And they burst in, rescuing us, without even knocking? I mean, this is really all their fault.
Your logic does not resemble our Earth logic.
Mine is much more advanced.
At least tomorrow's Monday, another school day.
Well. that's good. You know, focus on school. That's the strong Willow way to heal.
Actually, I was more thinking Oz will be there, and I can beg for forgiveness.
I-I wanna be strong Willow. But then I think I may never get to be close to Oz again, and it's like all the air just goes out of the room.
Right. I mean, you went through it with Angel, and you're still standing. So tell us, wise one, how do you deal?
Buffy Summers. That's when all my trouble started. When she moved here.
Oh, I just pulled some stitches last night. Know why? Surprise. It was Buffy's fault.
Oh, hey, it's Garbage Girl. Loved the look last night, Cor. Dumpster chic for the dumped.
GGirl
[chuckles] Yeah. [chuckling] Oh, God.
Here. I think you need this more than I do right now.
Yeah, I could use some luck. And a stick with pointy, sharp bits. If that Buffy wasn't, I swear.
She's a pain. But Xander, he's an... utter loser. Don't you wish...
I never would've looked twice at Xander if Buffy hadn't made him marginally cooler by hanging with him.
Yeah, I swear. I wish Buffy Summers had never come to Sunnydale. [gasps]
[reading] "In order to defeat Anyanka, one must destroy her power center. This should reverse all the wishes she's granted rendering her mortal and powerless again." You see? Without her power center, she-she'd j-just be a-a-an ordinary woman again. And all this would be, um... well, different... Well, I'd say that my... my Watcher muscles haven't completely atrophied after all.
[sarcastic] Great. What's her power center?
[checks the book] Um, well, um, uh... It doesn't say.
Why don't I just put a stake through her heart?
Well, you'd be surprised how many things that'll kill.
I don't want to kill her, Miss Summers. I want to reverse whatever effect she's had on this-this world.
[sighs] You're taking an awful lot on faith here, Jeeves.
Kill the bad fairy, destroy the bad fairy's power center, whatever... and all the troubles go away?
So, you doing anything special?
Tree, nog, roast beast. Just me and Mom, and hopefully an excess of gifts. [to Willow] What are you doing for Christmas?
Being Jewish. Remember, people? Not everyone worships Santa.
[Buffy is standing by the Christmas tree, helping her mother to decorate it.]
So, Angel's on top again?
[holding up Christmas decorations] Angel? Or star?
I'm not a demon, little girl, I am something you cannot even conceive. The First Evil. Beyond sin. Beyond death. I am the thing the darkness fears. You'll never see me, but I am everywhere. Every being. Every thought. Every drop of hate.
All right, I get it. You're evil. Do we have to chat about it all day?
Angel will be dead by sunrise. Your Christmas will be his wake.
You have no idea what you're dealing with.
Let me guess. Is it... evil?
[transforms into a fearsome demonic form, then vanishes] DEAD BY SUNRISE!
I can't do it again Buffy. I can't become a killer.
Angel please, you have to get inside!
It told me to kill you. You were in the dream, you know. It told me to lose my soul in you and become a monster again.
I know what it told you, what does it matter?
[yelling] Because I wanted to! Because I want you so badly! I want to take comfort in you. And I know it will cost me my soul, and a part of me doesn't care. I'm weak. It's not the demon that needs killing in me, Buffy. It's the man. Am I a thing worth saving, huh? Am I a righteous man? The world wants me gone!
What about me? I love you so much, and I tried to make you go away. I killed you and it didn't help. And I hate it! I hate that it's so hard... and that you can hurt me so much. I know everything that you did, because you did it to me. Oh, God! I wish that I wished you dead. I don't. [whispers] I can't.
Buffy, please. Just this once, let me be strong.
Strong is fighting! It's hard, and it's painful, and it's every day. It's what we have to do. And we can do it together. But if you're too much of a coward for that, then burn. If I can't convince you that you belong in this world, then I don't know what can. But do not expect me to watch. And don't expect me to mourn for you, because ... [Snow falls, blocking the sunlight.]
[The First Evil torments Angel, taking on the forms of people he killed as Angelus]
[as Travis, a man that Angelus killed along with his sons] The thing I remember most was thinking how artful it was. In the dark, they looked just like they were sleeping. It wasn't until I bent down and kissed them good night that I felt how cold they were. You grabbed me, and I thought: who would go to so much trouble to arrange them like that? [turns into Margaret, a servant girl] But you see, that's what makes you different than other beasts. They kill to feed, but you took more kinds of pleasure in it than any creature that walks or crawls.
[mimicking him when he killed Margaret] Yeah, cry out. Make a scene.
[Angel tries to escape, but runs into the First in the form of Daniel, an Irish man he killed]
I was to be married that week. But then, as I recall, you knew that.
[turns into Jenny Calendar] It wasn't you?
A demon isn't a man. I was a man once--
Oh, yes. And what a man you were. [turns into Margaret] A drunken, whoring layabout, and a terrible disappointment to your parents.
I was young. I never had a chance to--
To die of syphilis? You were a worthless being before you were ever a monster.
