Buffy Season Two: Part Two

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Giles: (loudly over the music) Must we have this noise during your calisthenics?

Buffy: It's not noise! It's music!

Giles: I know music. Music has notes. This is noise.

Buffy: I'm aerobicising! I must have a beat!

Giles: (under the music) Wonderful. You work on your muscle tone while my brain dribbles out of my ears.

Xander: Giles lived for school. He's actually still bitter that there are only twelve grades.

Buffy: He probably sat in math class thinking, 'There should be more math. This could be mathier.'

Willow: C'mon, you don't think he ever got restless as a kid?

Buffy: Are you kidding? His diapers were tweed.

Buffy: Have I ever let you down?

Giles: Do you want me to answer that, or shall I just glare?

Jenny: (finds them) Morning, England.

Giles: Oh, hello, Ms., uh, uh, tuh, Jenny.

Willow: (to Xander, smiling) Feel the passion!

Xander: (smiles back) Mm-hm!

Jenny: Willow...

Willow: (coughs) Coughing, not speaking. (coughs more)

Xander: What's tomorrow?

Jenny: I'm reviewing some computer basics for the couple of students who've fallen behind. Willow's helping out for extra credit.

Xander: (chuckles) Those poor schlubs have to attend school on Saturday! (smiles)

Jenny: 9am okay with you, Xander?

Xander: (dripping with sarcasm) Ooo, gang, did ya hear that? A bonus day of class plus Cordelia! Mix in a little rectal surgery, and it's my best day ever!

Jenny: Did anyone ever tell you you're kind of a sexy fuddy-duddy?

Giles: Well, no. Actually that, that part usually gets left out. (smiles) I c-can't imagine why.

Cordelia: Well, evil just compounds evil, doesn't it? First I'm sentenced to a computer tutorial on Saturday, now I have to read some computer book... There are books on computers? Isn't the point of computers to replace books?

Giles: (cuts her off) Cordelia, I'm a little busy right now. (points out the detective)

Cordelia: Oh! Great! (steps up to Det. Winslow) Can you help me with a ticket? It's totally bogus. It was a one-way street. I was going one way!

Cordelia: This isn't right. School on a Saturday. It throws off my internal clock.

Xander: When are we gonna need computers for real life anyway?

Jenny: Hmm, let's see. There's home, school, work, games... (unlocks the classroom door)

Xander: Y'know, computers are on the way out. I think paper's gonna make a big comeback.

Willow: And the abacus.

Xander: Yeah, you know, you don't see enough abaci.

Buffy: It's Giles.

Jenny: Well, he's alright, isn't he?

Buffy: I don't know. Uh, he didn't show up when he was supposed to last night, and then, when I went over to his place, he was acting... well, very anti-Giles. He wouldn't let me in, and he looked really bad. I-I think he might've been... (doesn't want to believe it) I think he was drinking.

Jenny: He was home alone drinking?

Willow: But... tea, right?

Buffy: Wasn't tea, Will.

Xander: Yep, yep, I knew this would happen. Nobody can be wound as straight and narrow as Giles without a dark side erupting. My Uncle Roary was the stodgiest taxidermist you've ever met by day. By night, it was booze, whores, and fur flying. Were there whores?

Buffy: He was alone.

Xander: Give it time.

Buffy: And you waited till now to tell us this because...?

Cordelia: I didn't think it was important.

Xander: We understand. It wasn't about you.

Buffy: You sold me that dress for Halloween, and nearly got us all killed!

Ethan: But you looked great.

She punches him squarely in the jaw.

Ethan: Owww! (straightens back up holding his jaw) So now we're even?

Buffy: I'll let you know when we're even. What're you doing here?

Ethan: Snooping around.

Buffy: Honesty. Nice touch.

Ethan: It's one of my virtues. (smiles) Not really.

Cordelia: Do you know what you need, Xander, besides a year's supply of acne cream? A brain.

Xander: (Gets up) That's it! Twelve years of you and I'm snappin'! I don't care if you're a girl or not, I'm throwin' down! Come on!

Cordelia: (gets up and walks to him) I've seen you fight. And don't think I can't take you!

Xander: Give it your best shot.

Willow: (had enough, gets up) HEY! We don't have time for this! Our friends are in trouble! Now, we have to put our heads together and, and get them out of it! And if you two aren't with me a hundred and ten percent, then get the hell out of my library! (points to the door)

Cordelia: (meekly) We're sorry.

Xander: We'll be good.

Buffy: You knew that if the demon was in trouble it was gonna jump into the nearest dead person.

Angel: I put it in danger.

Willow: And it jumped. (stands up)

Angel: (gets up) I've had a demon inside me for a couple hundred years... (exhales) just waitin' for a good fight.

Buffy: Winner and still champion.

Buffy: Is she okay?

Giles: Um... The hills are not alive.

Buffy: (doesn't understand) I'm sorry to hear that. I think.

Giles: I never wanted you to see that side of me.

Buffy: I'm not gonna lie to you. It was scary. I'm so used to you being a grownup, and (inhales) then I find out that you're a person.

Giles: Most grownups are.

Buffy: Who would've thought?

Buffy: So, after all this time, we finally find out that we *do* have something in common. Which, apart from being a little weird, is kind of okay. (pauses) I think we're supposed to be training right now.

Giles: Yes. Yes. Um, need to concentrate on your flexibility.

Buffy: And you know what? I have just the perfect music. (holds up a black CD) Go on, say it. You know you want to.

Giles: It's not music, it's just, uh, meaningless sounds.

Buffy: There. Feel better?

Giles: Yes. Thanks.

They head into the next hall toward the library.

Giles: Bay City Rollers. Now, that's music.

Buffy: I didn't hear that.

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