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But your meds probably aren’t to blame. “Each year during the pollen season I see hundreds of sufferers that come in ​that feel their allergy medicines are not doing the job for them,” says Clifford Bassett, Medical Director of Allergy & Asthma Care of NY and an allergist at New York University. But he explains that there are other explanations for why those meds aren’t up to snuff. Some of it may just be aging—many people acquire allergies as an adult (though across the population adults have fewer allergies than children do).

When the gang leaves Riley in the woods, as he is dialing the Initiative, you can see someone in a long green coat, possibly Anya, standing on the left side of the camera. Buffy: Just tell me what kind of demon I'm fighting. Quentin Travers: Well, that's the thing, you see. Glory isn't a demon. Buffy: What is she? Quentin: She's a god. Buffy: [stunned] Oh. Blood Ties [ edit ] Willow: Well, you know what they say, the bigger they are- Anya: The faster they stomp you into nothing.

The Summers women are at Sunnydale Memorial when Dr. Aaron Kriegel informs Joyce she'll have surgery in two days. The rest of the gang does their best to patrol, hoping to prevent Buffy from being unnecessarily bothered while she is dealing with her mom's health. Meanwhile, Riley allows another vampire to feed from him. Buffy: What are you doing here? [Spike begins to answer] Five words or less. Spike: [Pauses, then, counting on his fingers] Out... for... a... walk... bitch. Buffy: Out for a walk by my house at night. I don't have time for this, William. Spike: On your merry way, then. Contrary to one's self involved world view, your house happens to be directly between... parts and... other parts of this town. And I would pass by in the day but I feel I'm outgrowing my burst into flames phase. Buffy: Fine. Keep going. I'll cut you a break. Spike: Let me guess. You won't kill me. The whole crowd pleasing threats and swagger routine. Outstandingly original. You know, I was just passing through. Satisfied? I hope so because God knows you need some satisfaction in your life besides shagging Captain Cardboard. And... and I never really liked you anyway. And... and you have stupid hair.

Buffy: We on schedule? Giles: Yes, it's time. Buffy: Will? Willow: Tara, baby? Is there somewhere you should be? Tara: They held me down. Willow: No one's holding you. It's the big day, right? Do you wanna go? Tara: [pauses on the way to the door, points at Giles] You're a killer. [Quieter] This is all set down. [continues towards the door] Buffy: [to Willow] Stay close but don't crowd her. We'll follow in a minute. [to the rest of the gang] Hey, everybody knows their jobs. Remember, the ritual starts - we all die. And I'll kill anyone who comes near Dawn. [leaves] Spike: Well, not exactly the St Crispin's Day speech, was it? Giles: We few. We happy few. Spike: We band of buggered. Buffy: What... is this? The late-night stakeout, the bogus suspects, the flask? Is this a date? Spike: A d-Please! A date? You are completely off your bird! I mean... do you want it to be? We can then calculate do they have to spend 10 minutes in the sun before they overheat, or can they spend an hour in the sun at different conditions and how might that change their foraging duration and that sort of thing.” Spike: How many of my kind do you think you've done? Buffy: Not enough. Spike: Mm-hmm. And we just keep comin'. But you can kill a hundred, a thousand, a thousand thousand and the armies of Hell besides, and all we need is for one of us, just one, sooner or later, to have the thing we're all hoping for. Buffy: And that would be what? Spike: [whispers in her ear] One... good... day. Mr. Maclay: This is insane. You people have no right to interfere with Tara's affairs. We are her blood kin! Who the hell are you? Buffy: We're family. Fool for Love [ edit ] Xander: [re: Riley’s commando hand movements] What's with the hand move? D’you see that? Does that, like, mean somethin’? Willow: It's code. I think it breaks down to "choo-choo." [mimics pulling a train whistle] Anya: It probably means to follow him. That, or wait here for him. Xander: Hey Riley! What's the [Mimics gesture] all about? Riley: It means yell real loud, so the vampires who don't know we're coming will have a sporting chance.

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Cat grabbed a nearby hook and swung it at the pirate’s head. He bit down on his sword and made an oomph sound. He lost his grip and fell too. “I’ll get that treasure yet,” he shouted as he fell. Spike is sitting on a coffin, painting his nails when Buffy comes in] Spike: Morning sunshine, if you've come round for eggs and sausages, afraid I'm fresh out. [Buffy pulls the top of the coffin from under him] Spike: Careful, these are wet.

Willow: You have to help me figure this out, you know. Xander: But I never help. I get in trouble and Buffy saves me. Willow: That's not true, sometimes we all help to save you... And-and sometimes you're not in trouble. ... Xander: Hey, wait 'til you have an evil twin, see how you handle it. Willow: I handled it fine.

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Five minutes,” said the monster, “but no more. Some people have waited a century to get a visit from my shop.” Buffy: This is how many apocalypses for us now? Giles: Oh, uh, six at least. Feels like a hundred. Buffy: I've always beaten them. Always won. Giles: Yes. Buffy: I sacrificed Angel to save the world. I loved him so much, but I knew what was right. I don't have that anymore. I don't understand. I don't know how to live in this world, if these are the choices, if everything just gets stripped away. I don't see the point. I just wish- I just wish my mom was here. Buffy vs. Dracula [ edit ] Buffy: So let me get this straight. You're... Dracula. The guy. The Count. Dracula: I am. Buffy: And you're sure this isn't just some fanboy thing? Because... I've fought more than a couple of pimply overweight vamps that called themselves Lestat. Dracula: You know who I am. As I would know without question that you are Buffy Summers. Buffy: You've heard of me? Dracula: Naturally. You're known throughout the world. Buffy: Naw. Really? Dracula: Why else would I come here? For the sun? I came to meet the renowned... killer. Buffy: Yeah, I prefer the term Slayer. You know, killer just sounds so... Dracula: Naked? Buffy: Like I... paint clowns or something. I'm the good guy, remember? Dracula: Perhaps, but your power is rooted in darkness. You must feel it. Buffy: No. You know what I feel? Bored. [She attempts to stake Dracula, but he repeatedly dissipates into mist to avoid her] Buffy: Okay. That's cheating.