Spike: Come on! I'm never gonna get anything
killed with you lot holding me back!
Tara: (catching her breath) I thought ... the big ones tire
more easily...
Spike: No, that's over-the-hill shopkeepers.
Giles: I'm fine. I just need to need to... die ... for a minute...
Spike: (to Tara) It was that powder you blew at him made him rabbit out.
Tara: It's Sobri root! It's supposed to confuse him but it kinda
just made him peppy. It's not supposed to mix with anything
-- do you think he might be taking prescription medication?
Spike: Yeah. That must be it.
Giles: (riffing) Good God. What if he attempts to operate heavy
machinery?!
Spike: (also amused) We could all be--
Willow: Guys! Heads up!
The voice comes from inside their heads. They all perk up instantly
as we cut to: Willow, standing atop a crypt, surveying the graveyard
like a general surveying a field of battle.
You know you're really one of the gang when you've felt Giles' sarcasm!
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