7.09 - Never Leave Me
ANDREW: I fell in love with a beautiful vampire girl down in Me-hi-co. Now we're trying to make a go of it on the straight and narrow, and put our lives back together here in Sunnydale.
ANYA: You think this is a game, junior? People are dying. Friends lives are in danger.
7.16 - Storyteller
ANYA: For god’s sakes, Andrew! You’ve been in here thirty minutes. What are you doing?
ANDREW: Entertaining and educating.
ANYA: Why can’t you just masturbate like the rest of us?
ANDREW: But the story ...needs to be told!
ANYA: And birds need to fly and girls need to use the toilet and why were you videotaping yourself anyway? Sounds like kinky business to me.
ANYA: I think your story seems pretty pointless.
ANDREW: Oh. I was going to interview you later today. ’Cause, you know, your unique perspective on the whole thing. Give it editorial balance and… glamour.
ANYA: Well, balance is important. People don’t always take that into account. I could bring that to you. Absolutely.
ANDREW: Anya. A feisty waif with a fiery temper and a vulnerable heart that she hides even from herself.
7.21 - End Of Days
ANDREW: We need supplies and not just bandages and junk. These girls need stitches and painkillers.
ANYA: Yeah, well, I could use a cookie but I’m not making reckless wishes.
ANDREW: No, no, we can do it. The hospital— it’s gotta be all abandoned like the grocery store. Supplies just lying around for the taking. I’m going in.
ANYA: You are?
ANDREW: And you’re coming with me.
ANYA: I am?
ANDREW: I think you should drive ’cause that scotch made me a little dizzy.
ANDREW: Oh, this one has oxygen tanks.
ANYA: They’d only be useful if something big was attacking, and then we could shove one down their throat and blow ’em up like Roy Scheider did with that shark in Jaws.
ANDREW: You are the perfect woman.
ANYA: I’ve often thought so. Wanna rob?
ANDREW: Oh, and there’s a box of ointment here. I used one of these on a rash once.
ANYA: Oh, show me.
ANDREW: Well, it’s healed up but it was red and crusty with these little itchy places.
ANYA: Show me the box full of ointments, you little freak.
ANDREW: That was kind of beautiful. You love humans.
ANYA: I do not!
ANDREW: Yes, you do. You love them…
ANYA: Stop it! I don’t love them and I’ll kill you if you tell anybody.
ANDREW: I won’t tell anybody. I won’t get a chance to, anyway.
ANYA: I don’t know, you might survive.
7.22 - Chosen
ANYA: So that leaves me and the dungeon master in the north hall.
ANDREW: We will defend it with our very lives.
ANYA: Yes, we will defend it with his very life.
ANDREW: I just want to say how proud I am to die for this very special cause with you guys. There’s some people I’d like to thank, both good and evil. A shout-out to my brother Tucker who gave me the inspiration to summon demons and also...
ANYA: Nobody cares, ya little monkey.
ANDREW: I think they’re coming.
ANYA: Oh, god. I’m terrified. I didn’t think... I mean, I just figured you’d be terrified and I would be sarcastic about it.
ANDREW: Picture happy things. A lake, candy canes, bunnies…
ANYA: Bunnies. Floppy, hoppy, bunnies.
ANDREW: She was incredible. She died saving my life.