Season 6
"Bargaining"
ANYA: Are you mad at me?
GILES: (confused) Mad? No, I'm-I'm-
ANYA: Well then why are you torturing me? You know, I used to punish people like this when I was a demon. I made them double-check spreadsheets for all eternity.
GILES: I'm sorry if you resent my authority, but I won't feel comfortable leaving here until I know that absolutely everything-
ANYA: (grabs a small statue from the desk) You're taking the Ramadan effigy?!
GILES: It's not inventory, it's my personal collection. (takes the statue)
ANYA: (indignant) Oh, huh. Aren't you Mister Dicey Semantics. So, what, you think you can just take anything you want?
(Anya grabs the statue back from Giles. He looks angry, tries to grab it back, and they both pull at it.)
ANYA: Give it!
GILES: No, you give it!
(Anya begins smacking his hand with her free hand.)
GILES: Ow! Ow!
(Giles tries to fend off her smacking hand with his other hand)

XANDER: Anya, Giles is gonna leave the store to you when he goes. What more do you want?
GILES: I'm not *leaving* the store to anyone. I'm going to England. I'm not dead, I'm still a partner. (yanks the statue away from Anya)
ANYA: (sullen) Silent oversees partner.

ANYA: Maybe you should stick to the standard drill. You know, you don't want her to blow another gasket.
GILES: I'm testing her responses after her injury. I see no harm in imparting a little Eastern philosophy.
ANYA: Well, I just think that, the concept of chi might be a little, you know, hard for her to grasp. You know, she's not the descendant of a long line of mystical warriors. She's the descendant of a toaster oven.
GILES: Yes, well, I appreciate your input, Anya, but I think Buffybot has responded nicely to our sessions.
ANYA: Well, you're the boss. (to herself) Still.

ANYA: I'll take really good care of your money.
GILES: (laughs) Yes, I have no doubt.

"Flooded"
ANYA: Giles!
(She gives him a big hug and he smiles.)
ANYA: We're so glad to see you. We missed you. (pulls back to look at him) You can't have the store back.
GILES: I know.
ANYA: You signed papers.
GILES: I did. And, do we have information on this new demon that I suddenly find so desperately interesting?

"Tabula Rasa"
GILES: What did I do?
SPIKE: There's always something, and what's with the trollop? (indicates Anya)
ANYA: Hey!
GILES: Her?
SPIKE: I saw you! Sleeping together.
GILES: Resting together.
ANYA: Look! (holds up her hand with the engagement ring) It's okay. We're engaged.
GILES: (smiling) Oh.
ANYA: It's a lovely ring.
SPIKE: Oh, great, a tarty stepmom who's half old Daddy's age.
ANYA: Tarty?
GILES: Old? You little twerp, I'm young enough to still get carded.

ANYA: (smiling) This is the book for us.
GILES: (takes book) Oh, good. Does it focus on mind control, or-or memory loss?
ANYA: Not exactly, I just, um ... my intuition tells me this is the book. And I figure being a magic shop owner and a natural at the supernatural, I should trust my intuition.
GILES: Y-yes, fine, but as you recall, I too am a magic shop owner.
ANYA: True, but my intuition says that you're not so much the magic guy and more of a paperwork type. Okay, here we go.
GILES: But you don't even know-
ANYA: (reads from book) Bara bara himble gemination.
(A bunny suddenly appears on the table in front of Anya. She screams and grabs Giles.)

GILES: Clearly that is not a helpful book, *darling.* Come down, and we will go about fixing this in a sensible fashion!
ANYA: Sensible! You think it's sensible for me to go down into that pit of cotton-top hell, and let them hippity-hop all over my vulnerable flesh?
GILES: Fine, then just stay up there and keep making bunnies! That's a capital plan!
ANYA: What capital? I never know what you're talking about. Loo, shag, brolly, what the hell is all that?
GILES: What? There's no way that you could remember me saying any of those words.
ANYA: Oh, bugger off, you brolly.

ANYA: Oh, thank goodness. (fetches her ring and places it back on)
GILES: I'm so sorry, dear.
ANYA: No. Rupy, I'm sorry. You were right. That was the wrong book.
GILES: Oh ... um ... Yes, it was. But I'm, I'm still sorry.
ANYA: Don't leave me.
GILES: Oh, Anya.
(He walks over to her and they kiss.)

"Grave"
(Anya watches Buffy and Giles hug for a moment before walking up to them.)
ANYA: I'm blonde.
(Giles and Buffy look at her.)
ANYA: I colored my hair. (pauses) Again. I'm blonde.
GILES: (smiles) Yes, I noticed.
(Giles holds out one arm and Anya joins the hug.)

ANYA: (kneels next to Giles who lays on the floor of the Magic Box) Giles!
GILES: (opening his eyes) Anya.
ANYA: (upset) I'm so sorry. Willow forced me to free her with her brain. Are you okay?
GILES: I can see...
ANYA: (confused) Oh. It's a ... miracle.

ANYA: Giles? Giles! Don't die. (tearfully) Not yet, there are things I wanna tell you. (pauses) Thanks a lot for coming. It was good of you to teleport all this way.
(Another tremor hits and Anya ducks again, hiding her face against Giles's chest until it subsides.)
ANYA: Though in retrospect, it probably would have been better if you hadn't come and given Willow all that magic that made her like ten times more powerful. (sadly) That would have been a plus.

ANYA: You're not dead!
GILES: No.
(Anya happily hugs him) GILES: However, I am still in some pain.
ANYA: Oh... (lets him go) Well ... why aren't you dead? (frowns) Why aren't I dead?
GILES: Uh, the threat's gone. Willow's been stopped.
ANYA: Oh. You mean she's-
GILES: No, she's alive. It... the magic she took from me, it did what I hoped it would do.
ANYA: Oh. (getting it) You dosed her.
GILES: Yes.
ANYA: You knew she'd going to take your powers all along.
GILES: The gift I was given by the coven was the true essence of magic. Willow's magic came from a place of rage and power.
ANYA: And vengeance. Don't forget vengeance.
GILES: Oh. How could I? In any case, the magic she took from me tapped into the spark of humanity she had left. Helped her to feel again. Gave Xander the opportunity to reach her.
ANYA: Xander?
GILES: Yes. It was he who got to her in time. (smiling) He saved us all.
(Anya slowly smiles back)