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| Earshot Buffy: Scabby demon #2 got away... scabby demon #1, big check in the 'slay' column. Willow: I don't like this whole 'no mouth' thing. It's disquieting. (she grins at her joke) Buffy: Well, no mouths mean no teeth. (she thinks for a sec) Unless they have them somewhere else... Buffy: What if he is right? I'm suddenly going to grow this demon part, and we don't even know what it is... it could be claws, or scales, or...(she looks at Willow) What? Willow: (apprehensively) Was it a *boy* demon? Xander: Oh my God! He's lookin' at her! He's got his filthy, adult, 'Pierce Brosnan-y' eyes all over my Cordy! Oz: You're a very complex man, aren't ya? Angel: Hey. I won't let anything happen to you if I can help it. No matter what, I'll always be with you. Hey.. I'll love you... even if you're covered with slime. Buffy: I liked everything until that part. Xander: Yeah, for a minute there, i thought you were gonna make an expression. Oz: (deadpan) I felt one coming on, I won't lie. Angel: And Buffy.. Be careful with this gift. A lot of things that seem strong, and good, and powerful... they can be painful. Buffy: Like say... immortality? Angel: Hm.. exactly. I'm dying to get rid of that. Buffy: Funny. Angel: (totally straight-faced) I'm a funny guy. Xander: Yeah, I mean, who *hasn't* just idly thought about takin' out the whole place with a semi-automatic? (Everyone gives him the evil eye.) Xander: I *said* Idly. Buffy: You had *sex* with Giles?! Joyce: Um, ah... Buffy: YOU HAD *SEX* WITH GILES?!?! Joyce: It was the candy... we were teenagers...! Buffy: On the hood of a *police* car!??! Joyce: I'll be downstairs. You feel better. (she bolts) Buffy: TWICE!??! Cordelia: Hi Mr. Beach. Are you planning on killing a bunch of people tomorrow? (He looks at her, dumbstruck.) Cordelia: (Smiling) Oh, its for the yearbook. Nancy: "Do I often imagine classmates are spying on me? Or otherwise acting suspiciously?" Willow: Right. Nancy: Not till just now. Willow: So you're feeling better about Angel? Buffy: Well... We talked. And...and then he ripped out the heart of a demon and fed it to me... and then we talked some more. Willow: See? that's how it *should* work! (she laughs) Giles: I'm glad to see you've recovered from your 'psychic encounter' more or less intact. Feel up to some training? Buffy: Sure. We can work out after school. You know... If you're not too busy having sex with my *mo-ther*. Buffy walks on. Giles walks straight into a tree. Choices Part 1 Faith: This is a thing of beauty, boss. Mayor: Well, it cost a pretty penny. So, you just take good care of it. And you be careful not to put somebody's eye out with that thing, until I tell you to. Faith: Any particular eyes in mind? Buffy: You never take me any place new. Angel: What about that fire demon nest in the cave by the beach? I felt that was a nice change of pace. Xander: Everything in life is foreign territory. Kerouac. He's my teacher. The open road is my school. Buffy: Making the open dumpster your cafeteria? Xander: Go ahead, mock me. Oz: I think she just did. Giles: She's right. Time's running out. We need to take the offensive. (to Buffy) What's your plan? Buffy: I gotta have a plan? Really? I can't just be proactive with pep? Willow: Hey, I eat danger for breakfast. Xander: But oddly enough, she panics in the face of breakfast foods. Oz: Okay, toad me. Oz: The whole place is locked down, except for the front. Xander: Yeah, it gives me that comforting trapped feeling. Mayor: Raise your hand if you're invulnerable. Choices Part 2 Anya: (averts her eyes) I don't have a date for the prom. Xander: Well gosh. I wonder why not. It couldn't possibly have anything to do with your sales pitch? Anya: Men are evil. Will you go with me? Xander: One of us is very confused, and I honestly don't know which. Anya: Fine. Look, I know you find me attractive. I've seen you looking at my breasts. Xander: Nothing personal, but when a guy does that, it just means his eyes are open. Giles: And I myself will be wearing pink taffeta as chenille would not go with my complection. Can we *please* talk about the Ascension? Buffy: No! You guys are going to have a prom. The kind of prom that everyone should have. I'm going to give you all a nice, fun, normal evening if I have to kill every single person on the face of the earth to do it. Xander: Yay? Angel: Sorry. I'm just surprised. Buffy: Me too. I don't know why though. Where did I think you get your blood, McPlasma's? Wesley: Well, I must say this is all rather odd to me. Giles: Oh yes. At an all-male preparatory they didn't go in for this sort of thing. Wesley: No, of course not. Unless you count the nights you made the lowerclassmen get up as girls and watched them ... (stops on Giles's look) Dip is tasty, isn't it? Welsey: Mr. Giles. I'd like your opinion. While the last thing I want to do is muddle bad behavior in front of impressionable youth, I wonder if asking Miss Chase to dance would... Giles: For God's sake, man, she's eighteen. And you have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone. Just have at it, would you, and stop fluttering about. (walks away) |
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