HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!
Xander: I don't know, I was going for ferocious, scary, but it's coming out more dryly sardonic.
Willow: It does appear to be mocking you with its eyeholes.
Oz: The nose hole seems sad and full of self-loathing.
Xander: What do you think, Buff?
Buffy: I was just thinking about the life of a pumpkin. Grow up in the sun, happily entwined with others, then someone comes along, cuts you open and rips your guts out.
Xander: Okay, and on that happy note, I've got a treat for tomorrow night's second annual Halloween screening. People, prepare to have your spines tingled, your gooses bumped by the terrifying (Pulls out a video and reads the title) Fantasia. Fantasia?
Oz: Maybe it's because of all the horrific things we've seen, but hippos wearing tutus just don't unnerve me the way they used to.
Xander: Phantasm. It was supposed to be Phantasm! Stupid video store!
Xander: Sad Buffy.
Willow: She didn't even touch her pumpkin. It's a freak with no face.
Giles: Creatures of the night shy away from Halloween. They find it all much too crass.
Buffy, staring at Giles's costume: Hard to believe.
Fratboy: If we do not scare the young women, they will not fall into our arms. We'll have womanless arms. Halloween isn't about thrills, chills and funny costumes, it's about getting laid.
Fratboy: Is there any holiday that's not about getting laid?
Fratboy: Arbour Day.
Anya: You haven't called. Not once.
Xander: You said you were over me.
Anya: And you just accepted that? I only said that because I thought that's what you wanted to hear.
Xander: That's the funny thing about me, I tend to hear the actual words people say and accept them at face value.
Anya: That's stupid.
Xander: I accept that.
Anya: It's been exactly one week since we copulated. Did you forget?
Xander: Oh, no, of course not. It's just I already have plans with Buffy, Willow and Oz. It's Halloween, you know.
Anya: I don't understand.
Xander: Well, every October 31st, we mortals dress up in masks...
Anya: No, no, I understand that inane ritual. It's those people. You continue to associate with them though you share little in common.
Xander: What are you talking about?
Anya: I mean, they go to college, you don't. They no longer live at home, you do.
Xander: Oh, hey, those things... The bonds of true friendship transcends... Could we just change the subject?
Anya: You mean like a date? Is that what this is? Are we dating?
Xander: There are definitely date-like qualities at work here.
Fratboy: Thanks for the loan, man. Our sound system sucks.
Oz: Mi casio es su casio.
Oz stares at the sound system.
Xander: You're sensing a disturbance in the force, master?
Xander: Hey, Red. What you got in the basket, little girl?
Buffy: Weapons.
Xander: Oh.
Buffy: Just in case. I like the tux, Xander.
Xander: Bond. James Bond. Insurance, you know, in case we get turned into our costumes again. I'm going for cool, secret agent guy.
Buffy: I hate to break it to you, but you'll probably end up cool Head Waiter guy.
Xander: As long as I'm cool and wield some kind of power.
Willow: I'm Joan of Arc. I figured we had a lot in common, seeing as how I was almost burned at the stake, and she had that close relationship with God.
Xander to Oz: And you are?
(Oz points to a "Hello, my name is" sticker on which he has written "God.")
Xander: Of course. I wish I'd thought of that before I put down my deposit. I could have been God.
Oz: Blasphemer.
Buffy: Perfect, everybody's got a date but third-wheel Buffy.
Willow: You're not a third wheel.
Xander: Technically speaking you're a fifth wheel.
Xander: Okay, actual creeps have been given. Bravo, frat boys!
Buffy, as Oz turns off the sound system: Thank the Lord!
Oz: You're welcome.
Xander: My turn. Does anyone hear that?
Buffy: As soon as we start dealing with it I'll know what it is we're dealing with. Do you hear something?
Xander: Like I said. Sounds like a hissing.
Buffy: It's like a 'ssss' noise.
Xander: I thought the word 'hissing' kind of covered that nicely.
Anya: Are you listening? Xander is trapped!
Giles: Uh, ah, where is Buffy and the others?
Anya: They're trapped, too, but we've got to save Xander!
Willow: It conjures an emissary from the beyond that lights the way.
Buffy: Conjuring. Will, let's be realistic here. Okay, your basic spells are usually only fifty-fifty.
Willow: Oh yeah? Well, ... so is your face!
Willow: Look. We found the stairs. Buffy didn't find stairs, no Sir!
Giles: We're going to have to create a door.
Anya: Create a door. You can do that?
Giles, getting out a chainsaw: I can.
Xander: If we close our eyes and say it's a dream... it'll stab us to death! These things are real.
(Giles busts through the attic door with cahinsaw roaring)
Xander: Giles? Hey look everybody it's Giles! With a chainsaw!
Giles: I have it, I have it. Umm, "The summoning spell for Gachnar can be shut down in one of two ways. Destroying the mark of Gachnar..."
(Buffy immediately puts her fist through the floorboards, ripping them up, and smiles proudly at Giles.)
Giles: "... is not one of them and will in fact immediately bring forth the fear demon itself!"
Buffy: This is Gachnar?
Xander: Big overture. Little show!
Gachnar: I am the dark lord of nightmares! The bringer of terror! Tremble before me. Fear me!
Willow: He's so cute!
Gachnar: Tremble!
Xander: Who's a little fear demon? Come on! Who's a little fear demon!
Giles: Don't taunt the fear demon.
Xander: Why, can he hurt me?
Giles: No, it's just tacky.
Gachnar: (points up at Buffy) Theyre all going to leave you you know.
Buffy: Yeah yeah. (stomps on Gachnar. Squish!)
Buffy: Thanks for letting us have at the candy Giles.
Giles: Please help yourselves.
Buffy: Like I say there is no problem that can't be cured by chocolate
Willow: I think Im gonna barf.
Buffy: Eccept that.
Xander: That's your scary costume?
Anya: Bunnies frighten me.
Giles: I should have translated the Gaelic inscription under the illustration of Gachnar.
Buffy: What's it say?
Giles: Actual size.
Willow: It does appear to be mocking you with its eyeholes.
Oz: The nose hole seems sad and full of self-loathing.
Xander: What do you think, Buff?
Buffy: I was just thinking about the life of a pumpkin. Grow up in the sun, happily entwined with others, then someone comes along, cuts you open and rips your guts out.
Xander: Okay, and on that happy note, I've got a treat for tomorrow night's second annual Halloween screening. People, prepare to have your spines tingled, your gooses bumped by the terrifying (Pulls out a video and reads the title) Fantasia. Fantasia?
Oz: Maybe it's because of all the horrific things we've seen, but hippos wearing tutus just don't unnerve me the way they used to.
Xander: Phantasm. It was supposed to be Phantasm! Stupid video store!
Xander: Sad Buffy.
Willow: She didn't even touch her pumpkin. It's a freak with no face.
Giles: Creatures of the night shy away from Halloween. They find it all much too crass.
Buffy, staring at Giles's costume: Hard to believe.
Fratboy: If we do not scare the young women, they will not fall into our arms. We'll have womanless arms. Halloween isn't about thrills, chills and funny costumes, it's about getting laid.
Fratboy: Is there any holiday that's not about getting laid?
Fratboy: Arbour Day.
Anya: You haven't called. Not once.
Xander: You said you were over me.
Anya: And you just accepted that? I only said that because I thought that's what you wanted to hear.
Xander: That's the funny thing about me, I tend to hear the actual words people say and accept them at face value.
Anya: That's stupid.
Xander: I accept that.
Anya: It's been exactly one week since we copulated. Did you forget?
Xander: Oh, no, of course not. It's just I already have plans with Buffy, Willow and Oz. It's Halloween, you know.
Anya: I don't understand.
Xander: Well, every October 31st, we mortals dress up in masks...
Anya: No, no, I understand that inane ritual. It's those people. You continue to associate with them though you share little in common.
Xander: What are you talking about?
Anya: I mean, they go to college, you don't. They no longer live at home, you do.
Xander: Oh, hey, those things... The bonds of true friendship transcends... Could we just change the subject?
Anya: You mean like a date? Is that what this is? Are we dating?
Xander: There are definitely date-like qualities at work here.
Fratboy: Thanks for the loan, man. Our sound system sucks.
Oz: Mi casio es su casio.
Oz stares at the sound system.
Xander: You're sensing a disturbance in the force, master?
Xander: Hey, Red. What you got in the basket, little girl?
Buffy: Weapons.
Xander: Oh.
Buffy: Just in case. I like the tux, Xander.
Xander: Bond. James Bond. Insurance, you know, in case we get turned into our costumes again. I'm going for cool, secret agent guy.
Buffy: I hate to break it to you, but you'll probably end up cool Head Waiter guy.
Xander: As long as I'm cool and wield some kind of power.
Willow: I'm Joan of Arc. I figured we had a lot in common, seeing as how I was almost burned at the stake, and she had that close relationship with God.
Xander to Oz: And you are?
(Oz points to a "Hello, my name is" sticker on which he has written "God.")
Xander: Of course. I wish I'd thought of that before I put down my deposit. I could have been God.
Oz: Blasphemer.
Buffy: Perfect, everybody's got a date but third-wheel Buffy.
Willow: You're not a third wheel.
Xander: Technically speaking you're a fifth wheel.
Xander: Okay, actual creeps have been given. Bravo, frat boys!
Buffy, as Oz turns off the sound system: Thank the Lord!
Oz: You're welcome.
Xander: My turn. Does anyone hear that?
Buffy: As soon as we start dealing with it I'll know what it is we're dealing with. Do you hear something?
Xander: Like I said. Sounds like a hissing.
Buffy: It's like a 'ssss' noise.
Xander: I thought the word 'hissing' kind of covered that nicely.
Anya: Are you listening? Xander is trapped!
Giles: Uh, ah, where is Buffy and the others?
Anya: They're trapped, too, but we've got to save Xander!
Willow: It conjures an emissary from the beyond that lights the way.
Buffy: Conjuring. Will, let's be realistic here. Okay, your basic spells are usually only fifty-fifty.
Willow: Oh yeah? Well, ... so is your face!
Willow: Look. We found the stairs. Buffy didn't find stairs, no Sir!
Giles: We're going to have to create a door.
Anya: Create a door. You can do that?
Giles, getting out a chainsaw: I can.
Xander: If we close our eyes and say it's a dream... it'll stab us to death! These things are real.
(Giles busts through the attic door with cahinsaw roaring)
Xander: Giles? Hey look everybody it's Giles! With a chainsaw!
Giles: I have it, I have it. Umm, "The summoning spell for Gachnar can be shut down in one of two ways. Destroying the mark of Gachnar..."
(Buffy immediately puts her fist through the floorboards, ripping them up, and smiles proudly at Giles.)
Giles: "... is not one of them and will in fact immediately bring forth the fear demon itself!"
Buffy: This is Gachnar?
Xander: Big overture. Little show!
Gachnar: I am the dark lord of nightmares! The bringer of terror! Tremble before me. Fear me!
Willow: He's so cute!
Gachnar: Tremble!
Xander: Who's a little fear demon? Come on! Who's a little fear demon!
Giles: Don't taunt the fear demon.
Xander: Why, can he hurt me?
Giles: No, it's just tacky.
Gachnar: (points up at Buffy) Theyre all going to leave you you know.
Buffy: Yeah yeah. (stomps on Gachnar. Squish!)
Buffy: Thanks for letting us have at the candy Giles.
Giles: Please help yourselves.
Buffy: Like I say there is no problem that can't be cured by chocolate
Willow: I think Im gonna barf.
Buffy: Eccept that.
Xander: That's your scary costume?
Anya: Bunnies frighten me.
Giles: I should have translated the Gaelic inscription under the illustration of Gachnar.
Buffy: What's it say?
Giles: Actual size.