The Mayor: “Murderous little fiend! Did you see what she did to my Faith?”
Angel: “Hadn’t made plans to weep over that one.”
Remember: fast and brutal. It’s going to be a whole new world come nightfall, don’t want to weaken now. And boys? - Let’s watch the swearing.
Mayor Wilkins: “I have to ingest several of the inhabitants of this box.”
Mayor Wilkins: “Eat.”
Faith: “You’re wicked gross.”
Well, this is exciting. A Slayer up for Murder One. That’s sunshine and roses to me. It really is.
The Mayor: “And what exactly did this demon look like?”
I’ve got two words that are going to make all the pain go away. Miniature. Golf.
Faith: “Thanks, sugar daddy.”
Mayor Wilkins: “Now Faith, you know I don’t like that. I’m a family man. Now, let’s kill your little friend.”
Who knows? With any luck, they’ll kill each other. Then everyone’s a winner. Everyone, of course, meaning me.