- [ Man] Previously. - They want me back, Buffy. The military.
- This is good-bye? - Unless you give me a reason to stay, I'm leaving tonight.
Riley!
- Are we having a conversation? - What? No!
Maybe.
- We're getting married. - [ Tara ] Congratulations.
- Double meat is double sweet. Enjoy! - Hey, Buffy.
We're here to support your subsistence-level employment. Bravo.
[ Man ] You see, Buffy,
the thing you gotta learn about the Palace--
and this takes a while--
is that job security all boils down to one simple thing.
Politics. Now, I'm not a political animal.
But you learn fast around here, or it's-- wham! Hello, glass ceiling.
I mean, it's not like we work at Burger World or The Happy Bun...
where the power structure is simple.
No. Here at the Palace, you gotta keep your friends close,
but your enemies... closer.
It's like Machiavelli says--
You know Machiavelli, right?
Tall guy, bleached mullet, works day shifts?
I'm sorry. My bad. I keep forgetting you dropped out of college.
- I'm reapplying. - Good luck with that.
Well, gotta motor. Don't wanna be late for night school.
- You go to night school? - I'm working on my M.B.A.
Think I wanna spend the rest of my life cleaning grease traps?
Ooh. Don't forget to lock up before you go.
And the gum under the tables--
be sure to give it a good scrape before you leave.
- May I? - See you tomorrow.
Yes, you will.
And the day after that and the day after that...
and the day after that.
♪ Get the double treat that's so double sweet ♪
♪ Oh, it's hard to beat when the meat meets-- ♪♪
Oh! Why can't I get that stupid jingle out of my head?
Least of your problems now, little girl.
Wait. Okay.
Okay, let's do this. Quickly.
[ Snarling ]
What's that smell? [ Sniffing ]
Geez, Slayer! Is that you? I've been working.
Where, in a slaughterhouse? Doublemeat Palace.
Oh.
You know what? Let's just call it a night.
If it's all the same to you-- and you've been eatin' that stuff--
I'm not so sure I wanna bite you.
You're dead. You smell like it.
How do you get to say I'm the one who's stinky?
Really, it-it's cool. I'll just catch you next time.
Aw!
[ Sniffing ]
[ Sighs ]
Oh, for Pete's sake. Spike.
Ah, it's a fair cop. You caught me, Slayer.
However, in all honesty, I think we have to say this one doesn't count.
After all, I wasn't exactly hiding.
No, Spike.
"No"? What kind of answer is that?
You haven't even heard the question yet. I don't have to.
We both know what you're thinking.
And we both know that I'm not the only one thinking it.
No. Not here.
[ Scoffs ] Why not?
Dawn. She's inside waiting for dinner. She's counting on me.
I'm not letting her down by letting you in.
So it's the fear of getting caught then, is it?
Reason number one on a very long list.
It needn't be an obstacle. Spike, I mean it. Come on.
I hear you're serious. So am I.
I want you. You want me.
I can't go inside, so...
maybe the time is right... for you to come outside.
[ Sighs ]
Dawn.
Hey. Hi.
Rough night? The usual.
I-I brought you dinner.
Oh, great. Oh.
I-I know it's not the most original these days,
but I made it myself.
I made hundreds, actually, but this is the very best one.
It looks kinda squished.
Oh! Well, just-- You know, just... give it a sec.
These babies really bounce back, literally.
Buffy, it-it's not like I don't appreciate it.
I do. It's just that--
I can't eat this stuff another night. I'm sorry.
Oh. No. It's all good.
I get it. Tell you what, tomorrow night, I'll, uh,
I'll bring home the Fisherman's Nuggets with Cheese.
Hey, workin' lady. Rough night?
Why does everybody keep asking me that?
No reason. I just thought you were busy with the slayage...
'cause of that grass stain.
Some vamp get rough with you?
- He's not getting any gentler. - "He"?
They. Them.
You know, vampires in the "general population" sense.
[ Sighs ] Now I'm gonna have to wash this.
Ready for a bold suggestion? Blow it off.
Dawnie and I are headed out to The Bronze.
Um, do I have your permission? And wanna come along?
[ Chuckles ] You like how I slipped in that permission request like that?
- Very smooth. - You guys go.
- Really? - Buffy, are you sure?
It might do you good to get away from...
the Doublemeat lifestyle for a night.
- See your friends. - Who'd love to see you.
I'm sure. I have seen enough action for one night.
Home by 11:00. On the dot.
Have a good time.
Somebody should.
♪♪ [ Rock ] [ People Chattering ]
See, the seating chart makes no sense.
We have to do it again.
We can't do it again. You do it.
The seating chart's fine. Let's get back to the table arrangements.
I'm starting to have dreams of gardenia bouquets.
I am so glad my manly coworkers didn't just hear me say that.
Will you stop wolfing down those chips?
One more bag and you'll pop right out of your cummerbund.
You're not even hungry. You're just nervous.
Yeah! Wedding-- one week.
We have friends, family, demons flying in,
a "to do" list getting no shorter--
And do not... take my chips.
Hey, guys. How's the soon-to-be newlyweds?
Nervous? [ Both ] No!
Okay. I'll just be over here then.
Your Arnold Palmer, milady.
Thanks. So, how are Mr. and Mrs. High-strung?
I'm betting they explode.
You know, when I was little, I used to spend hours...
imagining what my wedding to Xander would be like.
And now I look at them,
I just think-- nee hee hee!
- [ Laughs ] You're awfully chipper tonight. - Can't hide it.
Mm! Big wedding coming up-- lots of date possibilities.
You and Tara are speaking again.
- You wanna call her, invite her over? - Uh, no.
Too soon for so bold a maneuver.
But if I did call, she wouldn't hang up on me.
- That's progress. - Hence the happy.
♪♪ [ Woman Singing, Indistinct ]
[ Vehicle Rumbling ] [ Objects Clattering ]
Garbage. Oh!
[ Buffy ] Wait! Wait up, guys!
Wait! Oh!
[ Sighs ]
Don't you want your garbage?
Hey, Buffy.
Oh, don't forget. Today's trash day.
Thanks.
[ Buffy ] "Dear Ms. Summers, We are sorry to reject-- "
- What's that? - Nothing.
Huh.
The Bronze was fun last night, in a total home-by-elevenish way.
- You should've come. - Maybe next time.
- Where are you going? - School.
Oh. That's good.
Don't you want breakfast first?
Already made it.
See you this afternoon, unless you're working.
Tonight then, or, you know, tomorrow's cool.
Don't work too hard.
Bye.
[ Door Opens, Closes ] [ Sighs ]
[ Inhales Deeply, Exhales ]
And that's where even your best political minds can drop the ball.
Zeitgeist. You're not taking the pulse of the public, next thing you know,
you're L.B.J. handing the house keys over to Nixon.
Heard back from your college yet? Yeah.
All right. You know, we're out of special sauce.
I'll get it.
No, no. Your turn up front. I'll deal back here.
You take the customers.
Welcome to the Doublemeat Palace. How may I help--
You.
Hey.
Huh?
Riley. Sorry to just drop in on you like this, Buffy.
It's you. It's me.
You're here. I know.
And... were you always this tall?
Look, this isn't the way I wanted it,
but something's come up, something big, and we don't have much time.
You understand? Not a word you've said so far.
Right. I should've known, anticipated.
You're working. Just counter. Not grill anymore.
I want to explain. I just don't have time.
I've been up 48 hours straight tracking something bad. Now it's come to Sunnydale.
My hat has a cow.
I know that I'm putting you on the spot showing up like this, but--
But, you know, here we are. I need the best.
I need you, Buffy. Can you help me?
Hello! Buffy? People are waiting.
Buffy, I-- Buffy, wait.
Buffy!
Look, I'm sorry this is all so sudden.
If we get a minute, I'd really like to sit down-- [ Device Rings ]
What is it? Suvolte demon.
Rare, lethal. Nearly extinct, but not nearly enough.
It's close. [ Laughing ]
What? Sorry.
It's just--
You still carry around all that James Bond stuff.
It's so cute. I forgot.
Sorry. Carry on.
We've been tear-assing through every jungle...
from Paraguay up, taking out nests.
As soon as we put one Suvolte down, a dozen take its place.
They're breeders, Buffy. One turns into 10. Ten become a hundred.
This gets out of hand and there's a war with humans,
the humans are gonna lose.
So they're like really mean tribbles.
Sorry. I've been dealing with these-- these geeks.
It's-- It's a whole thing.
[ Snarling ] [ People Screaming ]
You ready for this? Yes, please.
National Forestry Service! We got a wild bear!
Everybody stand back! Look out!
Split?
Riley! [ Demon Snarling ]
You all right? I'll feel better when we catch it.
It's too fast. I wouldn't necessarily say that.
Nice wheels. Came with the car.
Know where we're goin'? Got an idea. The tag's online.
- We'll find it. - How's your arm?
It'll heal. How you doing?
- Complicated question. - I just meant--
- I know. - I hear ya.
I got some, uh, big stories to tell you, too,
if we ever get half a second.
- Did you die? - No.
I'm gonna win. [ Sighs ]
Here. No offense, but this is black ops,
and you look like a pylon.
- Ninja wear? - Battle gear.
Lightweight Kevlar-- state of the art.
- What a surprise. - Boys like toys.
Put it on. Thank me later.
- You won't look? - I'm a gentleman.
Okay.
So.
- The black ops life, it's working out for you? - Don't suck.
- They got dental? - Yeah. We're covered.
You know, there's not many people I'd ask to risk their life for me, Buffy.
- It's really good to see you. - Thanks.
You're welcome.
And, Buffy, love the hair.
I think we died in this car on the way to the airport, and now we're stuck in hell.
The radio said no traffic.
It's a hell radio. Of course it said so.
We'll never get to the airport in time to pick up your stupid uncle.
It just gives my Uncle Rory more time at the bar. Trust me. He'll be happy.
Great. So he can sleep off his drunken stupor on our newly reupholstered couch.
- He can't afford a hotel. - Why are you defending him?
I'm not. I hate my uncle. I hate my whole family.
That's why I'm marrying you-- to start a new family,
have children, make them hate us.
One day, they'll get married-- we'll sleep on their couch. It's the circle of life.
Well, the Gnarals are teleporting in in 20 minutes.
If I'm not there to greet them, somebody's getting incinerated.
Why did we ever agree to have your friends, who are demons,
and my family, who are monsters, stay at our place?
Well, I can only do so much, Xander.
Planning this marriage is like staging the invasion of Normandy.
Without the laughs. We should have eloped.
No! I've been through too much planning this wedding,
and it is going to happen.
It is going to be our perfect, perfect day...
if I have to kill every one of our guests and half this town to do it.
Hmm. Cool Ranch?
Cajun Fiesta.
End of the line? I don't see our demon.
It's not here.
Let me guess.
[ Buffy ] Down we go?
- Looks that way. - That's a big first step.
So, Mr. Finn, got an extra jet pack for a girl like me?
Sorry. Fresh out of jet packs. Looks like we'll have to share.
This test line's built for one, so if we go together,
and we're not hauling any gear--
- It'll just be you and me. - I was never big on the hardware anyway.
- You hold on to me? - If that's what it takes.
Come on.
Ready when you are, Agent Finn.
[ Water Running ]
[ Snarling ]
Riley!
[ Gasps ]
Hey. Hey there.
What exactly are you doing with my husband?
"Husband"?
Wife.
And those aren't code names like Big Dog or Falcon or--
I didn't think so.
Buffy, meet Sam. Sam, Buffy.
Pleasure. Demon.
- [ Snarling ] - Mine.
- She's good. - She's a special one.
How long have you been married?
Four months almost. Mazel tov.
- Any children? - Buffy, I meant to tell you when the time was right.
She caught up to us a hell of a lot faster than I would've guessed possible.
- She does that. - So you-you guys do this often,
you know, the whole "husband-wife tag team demon-fighting" thing?
It's what brought us together. I almost feel sorry for the Suvolte.
But not quite.
- Call this your wedding gift. - [ Snap ]
[ Exhales ] So, guess that's "mission accomplished."
She killed it.
Oh, honey. That's okay.
"Okay"?
Wait. You guys have been tracking this thing...
as a couple for two days straight,
and you did want it dead, right?
- Oh. - Let me guess.
Captain Can-do over here forgot to mention...
that this was a homing operation.
But it's nice to finally meet you, by the way. Knife.
- What is a homing operation? - It's my fault. I should've explained.
That would've saved me some... trouble.
Damn.
We're too late. Finn, how could you recruit the Slayer...
without filling her in on the objective?
- That'd be my question. - If we weren't under severe time constraints,
I'd seriously think about ripping you a new one.
- Stand down, soldier. - He's your boss too?
Oh, he wishes. We better regroup.
Buffy, I'd hate to impose further,
but... you got a safe house?
I-I have a house. I think it's safe.
Sometimes you can't even leave.
Um-- I know the way.
And I'll fill you in... on everything.
Sorry the place is such a mess.
I haven't had a chance to give it a good clean.
- [ Riley ] Hey. - [ Dawn ] Agent Finn returns.
Dawn. Geez, look at you. I think you grew a foot and a half.
- A lot can happen in a year. - Well, it's good to see you.
Hey, there's the man! Life taker, heartbreaker--
you know, figuratively speaking.
Xander, Sam. Willow. Hi.
- Hi. - We got your call.
We're here to help. Just like old times.
Except with you being all big with the married life.
Hear you're gettin' hitched yourself. Believe me. You're gonna love it.
Congratulations. Really. Both of you.
Just so you know, I'm prepared to hate this woman any way you want.
Thanks, but no. I don't wanna seem all petty.
Well, that's the beauty. You can't, but I can.
Please. Let me carry the hate for the both of us.
- [ Both Chuckling ] - Go nuts.
So, what brings you back to town...
after you left suddenly with no word?
[ Sighs ] Sam and I have been tracking a Suvolte demon through Central America.
Killing machine, nearly mature.
[ Sam ] Three months old and growing fast.
These things start to kill the minute they're hatched and leave a real clear trail.
Yeah. Just follow the villages with nothin' in 'em but body parts.
Uh, Dawn, are you sure you want to be around hearing all this?
Oh, come on, Finn. She looks all grown up to me.
That is, if it's all right with you?
Uh, sure. Yeah, it's fine.
So this demon shredded your guys,
and now you're looking for a little payback?
No. It came here to the Hellmouth to spawn.
But we think it already hatched its eggs somewhere.
The plan was to track it, let the demon take us to its nest.
And now they're going to hatch a bunch of baby demon things?
- Unless we stop it. - Which means we have to find the nest and fast,
before Sunnydale turns into the "Troublemeat" Palace.
I wish I'd said something else.
Okay, so we track down the demon, find the nest.
Mr. and Mrs. Finn here make with the killin', and everyone goes home happy.
But, seriously, if forced to choose between,
uh, photographer and place settings--
We can't track the demon.
I killed it.
So, who's hungry? We got, uh--
- Ice cubes. - All you can eat.
Buffy, it's good that you killed the Suvolte before it killed us.
- Disposable cameras. - Di-- Huh?
Yeah, you know, little plastic ones-- 10 bucks a pop.
Arrange 'em like table settings.
Guests snap photos-- it breaks the ice.
Then when the wedding's over, you get to take home the pictures.
I like it.
So, demon eggs-- any timetable on when we think they're gonna hatch?
Hatching's not the problem.
[ Sam ] We think they're gonna be sold on the black market.
There are some foreign military powers that would love to have their own Suvolte.
You could never train it, but drop it on an urban population--
And it cleanses the area.
Is that a nice way of saying it kills people?
[ Sam ] Lots of 'em. Money's been exchanged.
There's a dealer in town. Calls himself "the doctor."
Willow, you think you can help with a little locating spell?
I can't do the magics.
Riley says you're comin' on as one major league Wicca.
I got addicted, the way addicts do.
Two teams. No civilians.
I'll go out and look for our doctor. You two find that nest.
Me and Sam together?
You come across a Suvolte nest, you're gonna want backup.
You know, I don't wanna be draggin' down the Slayer.
You've got speed and power I can't even--
Let's go. Xander, are you okay to stay with Dawn?
- Yeah. - [ Riley ] I'll check out some bars--
Willy's-- some crypts that I know.
Hey, Willow.
I'm sorry. I think I really...
stepped in it in there.
Back in the jungle, we had not one,
but two hard-core shamans working for us.
They were workin' the dark magics and... got addicted.
And now they're gone.
Gone as in...
there's nothing left.
I've never met anyone with enough strength to quit before.
I'm just saying.
- [ Sam ] Thanks for letting me tag along. - [ Buffy ] No problem.
Maybe not for you.
I gotta tell you, Buffy. I'm a little bit intimidated.
I mean, patrolling with the real live Slayer.
You're like Santa Claus or Buddha or something.
- Fat and jolly? - Legendary.
And it's not just Slayer status I'm talking about. It's you.
Riley talks about me?
He didn't say anything for a long time,
but I could tell-- he was ripped up inside.
Good thing he has you.
More like miraculous.
I went down to Central America with the Peace Corps.
One night, my entire infirmary got slaughtered by--
I didn't know what they were.
I got saved,
quit the Corps, joined the squad.
My first firefight, I met Riley.
We started talking, you know?
First about tactics, missions, stuff like that.
And then about you.
He thinks I let him go.
Do you wish you hadn't?
I wish things were different.
I'm not trying to-- I don't--
You know.
I didn't mean to put you on the spot, Buffy.
There's no bad guys in this one.
The only thing that could help Riley work it out was time.
Lots of time.
Took him a year to get over you.
I'm glad he's over me.
So, you seeing anyone new, someone special?
You know, I'll just... take my time, you know.
I don't want to jump right into anything.
I don't wanna, you know, be defined by who I'm with.
Yeah. Better no guy than the wrong guy. That's for sure.
Sam, you know what? Um, I think we should split up.
Oh. I'm slowing you down. I knew I would.
- This was just selfish of me. - No. It's not.
There's this guy, uh, an informant, but he's twitchy.
I show up with company, and we get nothing.
Cool. I'm guessin' Finn needs me about now.
He's probably off somewhere gettin' his ass kicked.
You know how wild he gets.
Don't worry about Ri and me. We're good.
I noticed.
[ Door Opens ]
Buffy. Hey, now.
If I'd have known you were comin', I'd have baked a cake.
I need information.
Well, I suppose I could be helpful... if the price is right.
I'm not sure I'm selling out at Doublemeat Palace wages though.
I need to find a guy-- dealer. Calls himself "the doctor."
- Human? - His traffic isn't.
- Clock ticking? - Whatever he's doing, he's doing it soon.
Soon, but not now?
Tell me you love me.
I love you. You know I do.
Tell me you want me.
I always want you.
In point of fact-- Shut up.
[ Moaning Quietly ]
[ Door Opens ] [ Footsteps ]
[ Gasps ]
[ Chuckling ] Well, looky here.
I don't usually use the word "delicious,"
but I've got a wager this little tableau must sting a bit, eh?
Me and your former? Must kill.
What can I say?
The girl just needs a little monster in her, man.
That's not why I'm here, Doctor.
Oh, God.
[ Sighs ] Here I thought we'd run you out of town, mate.
Last time I saw you, if memory serves,
you were getting the juice sucked out of you...
by some undead ladies of very questionable reputation.
Now, be a good tin soldier and, um--
Where are they, Doctor?
Where are what? And why do you keep calling me that?
Glad to be back in Sunnydale. Locals all speak English,
and I know who to beat for information.
- It's all brought me here. - Look, crew cut,
she's not your bint anymore, and, if I can speak frankly,
she always had a little thing for me even when she was shagging you.
Nice. That's very distracting.
Now tell me before I get unprofessional.
- Where are the eggs, Spike? - Eggs?
[ Chuckles ] You're off your nut.
It must be those drugs they were keeping you on. I did warn you.
We can do this the hard way, or we can do this the fatal way.
Where are the eggs?
The doctor-- it can't be Spike. No need to defend me, love.
Look, it-- it can't be, okay?
He's too incompetent. It's just Spike, Riley.
Right. Deadly, amoral, opportunistic.
Or have you forgotten?
I'm takin' this place apart until I find that nest. Over my dead body.
I've seen enough of your dead body for one night, thanks.
Well, you're not--
You coming?
Oh, this is-- Unconstitutional is what it is!
- Here! There's nothin' to see down there! - [ Grunts ]
Riley, look, I'm not saying that he's good, okay?
I'm just saying that he's not capable of something as--
I can explain.
We're gonna need more weapons. Spike screwed up.
You didn't keep 'em frozen, did you, Doctor?
You can stop calling me that anytime.
If I may, the thing of it is, I'm holding these for a friend who--
No more games.
Well, that's bloody funny coming from you!
"No more games"?
That's all you've ever done is play me.
And you keep playing with the rules you make up as you like.
You know what I am. You've always known. You come to me all the same.
- Can you shut him up? - Not so far.
- [ Eggs Cracking ] - We better get outta here.
- [ Squealing ] - [ Squealing ]
On second thought, stick around.
[ Grunts ] Riley, I-- Aim high! Plenty of lead!
I'm not exactly Gun Girl. You wanna live? Learn fast.
[ Demons Squealing ] These things-- never useful.
We have to pull out.
We need a way to contain these things before-- Riley!
Get down!
[ Anya ] If you love Riley Finn so much,
maybe you should just marry him.
He's taken. And that's not the point.
You think their marriage is better than ours. Is that it?
No. But granted, I have a hard time imagining Nick and Nora Fury...
hiding out from their own relatives in the bathroom.
[ Creature Growling ] [ Object Crashes ]
[ Sighs ] [ Shouting, Indistinct ]
And I have no idea what Riley and Mrs. Riley's wedding was like.
- Well, you haven't shut up about them. - They have a great marriage.
And it bummed Buffy out, but I can see it.
And, Anya, I really have no clue
what their wedding was like.
So our wedding...
is not our marriage.
Separate things. One fills me with a dread...
akin to public speaking engagements.
- And that would be the wedding. - Which will be over soon.
- But our marriage-- - That lasts forever.
Ah, well. That works out nicely then.
[ Loud Crash ] [ Glass Shattering ]
So, are you and Sam headed back to Central America,
or is that classified?
Nepal. Sounds fun.
I'll send you a postcard.
Buffy, listen-- Riley, I--
By mission parameters, I'm done here,
but I have authorization to take the doctor out.
You want me to do that? Do I want you to--
How can you ask me--
I'm sleeping with him.
I'm sleeping with Spike.
I had actually noticed that.
And then you come back, and--
And did you wait until your life was absolutely perfect...
and then send that demon here, so you could throw it in my face?
Look, you think this was easy for me?
Yeah. I think it was a rollicking adventure-- fun for the whole family.
I was terrified about seeing you again.
I'm sure my incredible pathetic-ness softened the blow for you.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Riley, please don't patronize-- Hey!
You want me to say that I liked seeing you in bed with that idiot?
Or that blinding orange is your very best color?
Or that that burger smell is appealing?
You smelled the smell?
Buffy, none of that means anything.
It doesn't touch you.
You're still the first woman I ever loved...
and the strongest woman I've ever known.
Now I'm not advertising this to the missus,
but you're still quite the hottie.
You know, it goes away after many bathings.
[ Chuckles ]
This isn't about who's on top.
I know how lucky I am right now.
I love my work, and I love my wife.
I know.
And I kind of love her too.
And so you're not in the greatest place right now.
And maybe I made it worse. No.
The wheel never stops turnin', Buffy.
You're up. You're down.
It doesn't change what you are, and you are a hell of a woman.
Riley, that night,
I never got the chance to tell you...
how sorry I was...
about what happened between us.
And you never have to.
- [ Door Opens ] - Well, the wedding itself was held in a military chopper...
just before a hairy night drop into hostile territory.
[ Xander ] And just curious-- what's a chopper rental run these days?
Oh, well, actually, we commandeered it from a local guerrilla squad.
So, cheap. Ah.
[ Sam ] Yeah.
You have my e-mail. You promise you'll keep in touch?
You won't get traced? I don't wanna lead the bad guys...
to your location by mistake.
- Our line's secure. - Oh. Duh. Of course it is.
I keep thinking of you like regular people, but, no, you're not.
Oh, right. Like demon-hunting is all exotic to a girl from Sunnydale.
So, you gonna say good-bye this time or just...
split all secret agenty like last time?
[ Helicopter Approaching ] Depends. I warrant a hug?
Good-bye, Dawn.
I thought it would suck less this time. It doesn't.
It was really nice meeting you all.
You ready for Nepal, Agent?
[ Riley ] Soldier.
Firefights, bug hunts, big body counts?
Yeah, I could use a break.
Bye! Bye!
[ Xander ] Bye, Riley! Bye, Sam!
What a bitch.
So she's back.
Thought you'd be off snoggin' with soldier boy.
He's gone.
So you come for a bit of cold comfort?
The bed's a bit blown up, but then that was never our--
I'm not here to--
And I'm not here to bust your chops about your stupid scheme either.
That's just you. I should've remembered.
This is worse then, is it? This is you telling me--
It's over.
I've memorized this tune, love. I think I have the sheet music.
It doesn't change what you want.
I know that. I do want you.
Being with you...
makes things simpler... for a little while.
I don't call five hours straight "a little while."
I'm using you.
I can't love you.
I'm just being weak and selfish--
Really not complaining here.
And it's killing me.
I have to be strong about this.
I'm sorry, William.
Grr! Arrgh!