Spike: Come on, I’m not going to get anything killed with you lot holding me back.
Tara: I thought the big ones were supposed to tire more easily.
Spike: No, that’s over the hill shopkeepers.
Giles: [Out of breath] I’m fine. I just need to die for a minute.

Tara: I don’t know about everybody else, but I would love some chicken.
Giles: Yes, as would I!
Dawn: I’ll take a drumstick.
Willow: I’m a breast girl myself. [Glances at Tara] But, then again, you knew that.

Giles: You’re alive. You’re here. And you’re still… (strained) remarkably strong.
Buffy: Huh? Oh. (lets him go) Sorry.
Giles: Willow told me, but I didn’t really let myself believe.
Buffy: I take a little getting used to. I’m still getting used to me.
Giles: It’s, uh… you’re…
Buffy: A miracle?
Giles: Yes. But then, I always thought so. (he puts his hand on her cheek and looks at her fondly)

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