Same Time, Same Place
B=Buffy, X=Xander, W=Willow, A=Anya, D=Dawn, S=Spike
X: I saved the world with talking, from my mouth. My mouth saved the world.
B: What do you say to someone in this situation?
X: I'm gonna say "Hi, Willow."
D: She didn't finish being not evil?
Gnarl: All alone. Are you frightened to be all alone? The wind talks when you're alone.
D: Well, if she's doing that, ducking Giles, then she's evil, right?
X: Well, I've avoided Giles tons of times. Just meant I was lazy, not evil.
B: I hope you're right, 'cause defeating lazy Willow... probably less hard.
X: Is he throwing a tasteful British wiggins?
B: Oh, with extra wig.
A: I thought you were with Giles studying how to not kill people.
W: I just got back.
A: Just got back, as in you're all better, or just got back to bring about a fiery apocalypse of death?
A: Here's something you should know about vengeance demons. We don't groove with the sorry. We prefer "Oh, god! Please stop hitting me with my own rib bones."
W: Go on. Say whatever you want. Rib bones and so forth. I deserve it.
A: And you won't mind?
W: No.
A: Well, then that's no fun.
A: ...Spike's insane in the basement. Xander's there doing construction on the new gym...
W: Wait. Spike's what in the what-ment?
A: Insane. Base.
B: No skin.
X: Tough to look at.
B: And yet my eyes refuse to look away. Stupid eyes.
B: I gotta get a job where I don't get called right away for this stuff.
S: This is my place! You need permission to be here. You need a special slip with a stamp!
X: Boy, he's extra useful today.
S: My money's on the witch. Red's a bad girl!
B: He's talking about Willow.
X: And that means something, because he's chock full of sanity.
A: Come in. Enjoy my personal space.
W: I found a dead body near the high school.
A: Yes, that can happen.
W: Something horrible killed a boy! Took his skin right off.
W & A in unison: Was it you? No!
W: When did you get all insightful?
A: I'm surprisingly sensitive.
W: Will you help me?
A: Is it difficult or time-consuming?
A: This isn't going to get all sexy, is it?
W: I'd be shocked.
W: Okay, we scatter it over the map, and everywhere there's a demon, a little light appears.
A: Oh, pretty! Will it hurt the carpet?
W: That's why you teleport over there, real quick like a bunn-- real quick, and, uh, see if I'm right.
A: No. Sorry. You damaged my carpet.
A: I can only teleport for official business. I have to file a flight plan and everything.
A: The vengeance itself -- it's not as fulfilling as I remember.
W: Really? 'Cause I got the impression that you enjoyed, you know, inflicting.
A: Well, causing pain sounds really cool, I know, but...
W: Is it like you're scared of losing that feeling again, and having it be okay to hurt people, and then you're not in charge of the power anymore, because it's in charge of you?
A: Wow. That was... really overdramatically stated, but yeah, that's it.
D: Anything else gone? Eyeballs, toenails, or viscera? That's guts.
B: She knows about viscera. Makes you proud.
D: He then cuts strips of their skin while they're still alive. It takes hours.
X: We didn't find any strips of skin. Which, by the way -- guhhhh!
D: He laps up the blood. You could say it's like his natural beverage.
X: You're terrifying.
X: Well, we could ask some questions over at Willie's place.
B: Or we could be smart. Sorry, Xander.
X: What?
X: We should've put a leash on him.
B: Yes, let's tie ourselves to the crazy vampire.
B: It's pretty easy. Spike follows the exciting smell of blood, and we follow the fairly ripe smell of Spike.
D: It's smellementary.
D: And we could develop a database of tooth impressions and demon skin samples. And I could wear high heels more often.
B: Wow, that was so close to being empowered.
D: Everybody loves a slender ankle.
B: It's a rock cliff.
X: Well, give him a break, Buffy. Maybe it's a vicious, skin-eating rock cliff.
S: There's a cave in it. Look, I'm insane. What's his excuse?
X: Dark and dank. I was hoping it would be dark and dank.
Gnarl: Gnarl loves spells. He keeps than as pets.
D: Buffy?
B: What?
D: I'm really sorry.
B: Oh, it's okay.
X: You couldn't help it. It had paralyzing fingernails.
B: Just like she said it would, so, good on you.
D: Face up. Face up!
X: She's right -- face up is better.
X: You'll be doing limbo in no time.
D: Yeah, as a pole.
X: We can't just leave her here like this. What if she vomits?
D: I won't vomit.
B: You think she'll vomit?
D: Stop talking about vomit!
B: I'll call Anya. She can watch her.
X: Right. She'll love being called for vomit watch.
D: Stop talking about vomit!
A: I bet she's dying.
B: She's not dying. She's just paralyzed.
A: Oh. Paralyzed how?
X: Paralyzed how? In the not-moving way.
X: Oh! You're posable.
A: Should I make her salute? That would be very cute.
A: Whoa. Wouldn't it be tragic if you were here being kind of silly with your comically paralyzed sister while Willow was dying?
Gnarl: Lock you in, nice white skin. And if they do return, where would they find you? Inside me you'll already be.
A: I'm out of shape. I've been teleporting for months.
B: Ewww!
X: Eww. Thumbs? I can't believe you did that.
A: Ah, Buffy killed the demon. It was gross.
X: I think she's sort of... here-ish.
B: I didn't realize meditating was such hard work.
W: I'm healing -- growing new skin.
B: Wow. That's magic, right? I mean, when most people meditate they don't get extra skin, right? 'Cause Clem should, like, cut back.
W: Giles says everything's part of the earth. This bed, the air, us.
B: Explains why my fingernails get dirty even when I don't do anything.
W: Plus you stuck your thumbs in a demon.
W: It's nice to be forgiven. Too bad I need so much of it.