Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV Series)
End of Days (2003)
Emma Caulfield Ford: Anya
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Anya : Well, there was this other apocalypse this one time. And, well, I took off. But this time, I don't- I don't know.
Andrew Wells : Well, what's different?
Anya : Well, I guess I was kinda new to being around humans before. And now I've seen a lot more, gotten to know people, seen what they're capable of and... I guess I just realized how amazingly screwed up they all are. I mean, really, really screwed up in a monumental fashion.
Andrew Wells : Oh.
Anya : And they have no purpose that unites them, so they just drift around, blundering through life until they die, which they- they know is coming, yet every single one of them is surprised when it happens to them. They're incapable of thinking about what they want beyond the moment. They kill each other, which is *clearly* insane... And yet, here's the thing... When it's something that really matters, they fight. I mean, they're lame morons for fighting, but they do. They never... They never quit... And so I guess I will keep fighting, too.
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Anya : I don't know. You might survive.
Andrew Wells : No, *you* might survive... You know how to handle a weapon, and you've been in this world for, like, a thousand years. I'm not so...
[sighs]
Andrew Wells : I don't think I'll be okay. I'm cool with it... I think I'd like to finish out as one of those lame humans trying to do what's right.
Anya : Yeah.
Andrew Wells : So, wheelchair fight?
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Andrew Wells : That was kinda beautiful. You... You love humans.
Anya : I do not!
Andrew Wells : Yes, you do. You loooove them.
Anya : Stop it! I don't love them! And I'll kill you if you tell anybody!
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[Anya takes a swig from a bottle]
Andrew Wells : H-Hey! We're supposed to use that to sterilize wounds. Mr. Giles said.
Anya : Come on. What does it really matter?
[Anya hands the bottle to Andrew]
Andrew Wells : Hmm. Good point.
[Andrew takes a swig]
Anya : Giles knows his single malt antiseptics.
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Andrew Wells : Oh, and there's a box of ointment, here. I used one of these on a rash once.
Anya : Oh. Show me.
Andrew Wells : Well, it-it-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.
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Andrew Wells : I like the real bandages better. These bedsheets are awfully festive.
[Groans]
Anya : Yeah. They're gonna look like mortally wounded Easter baskets.
Injured Girl : What?
Anya : Oh.
[Anya takes a drink from a bottle of scotch]
Andrew Wells : H-Hey! We're supposed to use that to sterilize wounds. Mr. Giles said.
Anya : Come on. What does it really matter?
Andrew Wells : Hmm. Good point.
[Andrew takes a drink of the scotch]
Anya : Giles knows his single-malt antiseptics.
Andrew Wells : [Groans] Everything's horrible.
Anya : Yep. Many of these girls will die. A slaughterhouse is what it is.
Injured Girl : What?
Anya : Oh. Trying to talk will just kill you sooner.
Andrew Wells : We need supplies, and not just bandages and junk. These-these girls need stitches and painkillers.
Anya : Yeah, well, I could use a cookie but I'm not making reckless wishes.
Andrew Wells : 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.
[Takes another drink]
Anya : You are?
Andrew Wells : And you're coming with me.
Anya : I am?
Andrew Wells : Well, I think you should drive, 'cause that scotch made me a little dizzy.
Anya : Okay. I'll get Kennedy to watch the girls. She's tough. Imminent death won't bother her.
Injured Girl : What?
