Look, I realize that every Slayer comes with an expiration mark on the package. But I want mine to be a long time from now. Like a Cheeto.
Giles: “Right. It’s good to see you. Um, no need to panic.”
Oz: “Just a thought. Poker: not your game.”
Because: What if no one is coming to save you? Sometimes, nobody is coming. And who didn’t come to save you, and when? What happened, on the day that you were not saved? That was the day that you saved yourself.