esta para llorar y llorar y llorar... sniff me fascina
Lastima que no pude subir el video, pero les dejo algunos parlamentos.
Buffy: Mom? What are doin'? Mom? ... Mom? ... Mommy?
Buffy (putting her hand on Joyce): She's cold. 911 Operator (pause): The body's cold? Buffy: No, my mom! Sh-should I make her warm?
Giles (answering the phone): Hello? Buffy: Giles. You have to come. Giles: Buffy? Buffy: She's at the house.
Buffy: We're not supposed to move the body!
Dawn: What's going on? Something's going on. Buffy: Let's go outside— Dawn: No! Tell me what's going on. Buffy: It's... bad... news. Dawn: What is it? What happened? Buffy: It's bad. Please, can we— Dawn: Where's mom? Buffy: Mom ha-had an accident. Or, um, something went... wrong from the tumor. Dawn: Is she okay? Is she— but she's okay? It's, it's serious, but— Buffy: Dawn...
Anya: Nobody will tell me. Willow: Because it's not okay for you to be asking these things! Anya (crying): But I don't understand! I don't understand how this all happens. How we go through this. I mean, I knew her, and then she's, there's just a body, and I don't understand why she just can't get back in it and not be dead anymore! It's stupid! It's mortal and stupid! And, and Xander's crying and not talking, and, and I was having fruit punch, and I thought, well Joyce will never have any more fruit punch, ever, and she'll never have eggs, or yawn or brush her hair, not ever, and no one will explain to me why. (She puts her hand over her face, crying.)
Dawn (looking at Joyce): Is she cold? Buffy: It's not her... it's not her... she's gone. Dawn: Where'd she go?
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