Spike: Why don't you rip her lungs out? That might make an impressionMy birthday is coming up.
Angel: Lacks... poetry.
Spike: Doesn't have to. What rhymes with "lungs?"
Buffy: Maybe it's time to start a new tradition: birthdays without boyfriends. It can be just as fun.Sometimes I feel like I'm the villain in the story.
Willow: Preachin' to the choir, here, baby.
Spike: And you're what? Shocked and disappointed? I'm evil!And finally...
How I feel that (cough--Mormon--cough) society views my quest for a PhD despite my waning fertility:
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| Anya might be my favorite. |

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