Giles : I've got a theorie that it's a demon
A dancing demon
No, something isn't right there
Willow : I've got a theory, some kid is dreamin'
And we're all stuck inside his wacky broadway nightmare
Xander : I've got a theory we should work this out
Tous sauf Buffy : It's getting eerie
What's this cheery singing all about?
Xander : It could be witches, some evil witches
Which is ridiculous
'Cause witches they were persecuted
And wicca good
And love the Earth
And Woman Power
And I'll be over here
Anya : I've got a theorie
It could be bunnies
Tara : I've got a th-
Anya : Bunnies aren't just cute like everybody supposes !
They've got them hoppy legs and twitchy little noses
And what's with all the carrots ?
What do they need such good eyesight for anyway ?
Bunnies! Bunnies, it must be bunnies!
Or maybe midgets
Wilow : I've got a theory, we should work this fast
Ts sauf B : Because it clearly could get serious before it's passed
Buffy : I've got a theory, it doesn't matter
What can't we face if we're together ?
What's in this place that we can't weather ?
Apocalypse, we've all been there
The same old trips, why should we care ?
Tous : What can't we do if we get in it ?
We'll work it through within a minute
We have to try. We'll pay the price
It's do or die
Buffy : Hey, I've died twice
Tous : What can't we face if we're together ?
Giles : --- What can't we face ?
Tous : What's in this place that we can't weather ?
There's nothing we can't face
Anya : Except for bunnies...