Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV Series)

Two to Go (2002)

Emma Caulfield Ford: Anya

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• [first lines] 

  Xander Harris : I think I'm gonna be sick.

  Anya : Again?

  Buffy Summers : Xander, we don't have time.

  Xander Harris : I know. it's just... what happened back there... the sounds of it... the smell.

  Buffy Summers : I know.

  Xander Harris : Willow did that.

  Buffy Summers : That's why we have to keep moving. You heard what she said, "One down."

  Anya : She was talking about two to go, right? Jonathan and... what's-his-face, the other guy.

  Buffy Summers : Andrew. They're just sitting at County Jail without a clue Willow's coming.

  Xander Harris : You don't think she's gonna kill them, too? She wouldn't. It doesn't make sense.

  Buffy Summers : Willow's got an addictive personality. She just tasted blood. And she could be there already.

  Anya : No, she couldn't. A witch at her level... she can only go airborne. It's the thing. More flashy, impresses the locals, but it does take longer.

  Xander Harris : Longer then what?

  Anya : Teleporting.

  [in an instant, Anya disappears] 

  Xander Harris : Right. Vengeance demon. Well, at least she'll get there first.

  Buffy Summers : I'm counting the ways that can go wrong.

• Anya : Listen to me. We have to get you out of here, or you'll both be killed. Guard!

  Jonathan Levinson : What's going on?

  Anya : Guard!

  Andrew Wells : Stop that! I- I don't trust her. Do you trust her? This is major uncool.

  Jonathan Levinson : Um, Anya? You're gonna have to break this down for us a little.

  Anya : Warren shot Buffy. Warren shot Tara. Buffy's alive. Tara's dead. Willow found out and being the most powerful Wicca in the Western Hemisphere decided to get the payback... with interest.

  Andrew Wells : Wh-What about Warren?

  Anya : She killed him. Ripped him apart, and bloodied up the forest doing it. Now she's coming here and the two of you are next.

  Andrew Wells : Oh, my God. Warren.

  Jonathan Levinson : Oh, my God. Me... Guard!

• Anya : I care if you live or die, Xander. I'm just not sure which one I want.

  Xander Harris : Again with the comfort. Look, we both know things might get ugly at, uh, Wiccapalooza, and if it gets really bad...

  Anya : Let me guess, you'll propose?

  Xander Harris : I need to know if you're gonna turn on me, use this little shindig as an excuse for some sweet revenge.

  Anya : There is nothing in this world that would give me greater or more lasting satisfaction than to reap bloody vengeance upon you, Xander Harris. But I can't. Not officially, not magically. So, smile, it's your lucky day. You got away with it. I can't hurt you.

  Xander Harris : Right, 'cause you varnishing the table with Spike, how could that possibly have hurt? It may have chaffed...

  Anya : That wasn't vengeance... It was solace.

• Xander Harris : Hey, now, play nice fellas, or you'll break our concentration.

  Anya : Which means, no protection spell.

  Xander Harris : And Willow will make you two *boneless* chickens skinless, too.

  Andrew Wells : And then what? Think your little witch buddy's gonna stop with us? You saw her. She's a truck-driving, magic mama, and we've got maybe seconds before Darth Rosenberg grinds everybody into Jawa burgers. And not one of you bunch has the midi-chlorians to stop her.

  Xander Harris : You've never had any tiny bit of sex, have you?