We are gonna get out of here, and we’re gonna head back to the library, where Giles and the rest of the weapons live. Then I’m going to take out the rest of these guys, just in time for you to congratulate me on my sweeping victory as Homecoming Queen.
No, Angel, it’s not you. You’re the one freaky thing in my freaky world that still makes sense to me. I just get messed sometimes. I wish we could be regular kids.