WILLOW: "Remember that little spat we had before you left?" (shot of Anya
watching nervously) "When you were under the delusion that you were still
relevant here?" (walking closer) "You called me a rank, arrogant amateur. Well
buckle up, Rupert..."

Suddenly a magic light from nowhere begins to light up Willow's body, and her
eyes go black again as a humming noise begins to rise in pitch and volume.

WILLOW: (deep resonant voice) "'Cause I've turned pro."