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I don't want any tonics.
Please, don't tell Buffy. I just...
Come on, now. No worries.
I'm even gonna let you slide on the lame toadying, on account of your dying and stuff.
I've never used this bloke's services, but there's talk.
She always knew how to make things better, just what to say.
Missed.
Then, if you don't want credit, why are you helping me?
yours eternally.
Well, who's gonna be if I'm not?
I don't know, but... God, what else did she take?
"At the request of Joyce there will be no gathering"? That sounds lame.
You'd better get working on that dinner. You've barely touched it.
OK. Anything else?
Good.
You've just been running around like it's been some big chore or something.
Dawn.
Oh, God, you pointless, stupid lump. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.
We don't have to talk about this now. You could just go to sleep.
Well, she got me thinking - about how people die all the time,
- I'll pull her wings off. - No. It was Ben.
I'm fine. Thank you.
Then, say this incantation three times.
Well, we still have a few more minutes until I have to go.
Because witches can't be allowed to alter the fabric of life for selfish reasons.
- You can ring up sales. - Cool.
- Doesn't look so bad. - Wait till it wakes up.
I didn't. I just... I couldn't let you see me.
Buffy, you're here.
I beg of you, return to me.
- I'll do it right. - It's a tricky spell, girl.