Anya: "'I, Anya, promise to ... love you, to cherish you, ...to honor you, uh, but not to obey you, of course, because that's anachronistic and misogynistic and who do you think you are, like a sea captain or something? However, I do entrust you with...' What? Is something funny?"
Tara: "No, nothing, sweetie, just, just keep still."
Anya: "Okay. 'Blah, blah, blah, misogynistic. Blah, blah, I do however entrust you ... um, with my heart. Take care of my heart, won't you please? Take care of it because, it's all that I have. And, if you let me, I'll take care of your heart too. I'll protect it and tend to it, like a little stray.' Wait, no. 'Like a, a little mangy stray that needs a home.' No, that's not it either."
Tara: "Um... I think we're all set here. Let's ... take a look at you. Oh."
Willow: "Wow. You look lovely. Really... lovely."
Anya: "Thanks. It's probably the blush of imprudent spending. Do you think Xander will like it? Oh, I want to see Xander now!"
Willow: "You can't. It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her dress, remember?"
Anya: "Right. I can't keep all these ridiculous traditions straight. What if I'm not wearing my dress when I see him? Okay, no sex. Cuddling? Okay. It's just I'm so excited and I want to share it all with my best friend. (excited) I get to be with my best friend forever! Yay!"
Ep: Hell's Bells
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