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X: I kind of had a problem with the math. W: Which part? X: The math. X: Check it out? W: From the library? Where the books live. Giles: So, all the city plans are just, uh, open to the public? W: Um, well, i-in a way. I sort of stumbled onto them when I accidentally decrypted the city council's security system? X: Someone's been naughty. X: And I, in the mean time, will help by standing around like an idiot. W: Not like an idiot, just... standing. Buffy doesn't want you getting hurt. I don't want you getting hurt. X: The bracelet, she was wearin' it, right? Pretty much like we were going out. W: Except without the hugging or kissing or her knowing about it. X: That's why you're so cool! You're like a guy! You're my guy friend that knows about stuff! W: Oh, great. I'm a guy X: It's worse, I'm just like a part of the scenery, like an old shoe. Or a rug that you walk on everyday, but don't even really see it. W: Like a pen, that's all chewed up, and you know you should throw it away, but you don't, not 'cause you like it so much, more 'cause you're just used to.... X: I'm gonna take your advice and not beat around the bush. W: Or I could be wrong! Maybe you should beat around the bush more. X: Alright, alright, it's not what you think. W: You like to look at the semi-nude engravings? X: Oh, well, uh, I-I guess it is what you think. X: This is a questions that no one particularly wants to hear, but... where did they put his head? W: Good point. I didn't want to hear that. W: I'm really glad you're okay. It's so unfair how she only went after virgins. X: What? W: I mean, here you guys are, doing the right thing, the smart thing, when a lot of other boys your age... X: Well, isn't this a perfect ending to a wonderful day! W: I don't think it's bad, I think it's really...sweet! It's certainly nothing I'll ever bring up again X: Look, we gotta get to, uh....we thought it'd be fun if, uh, we made this a double date! B: I didn't know you guys were seeing each other. W: Oh, yeah, well, we knew it would happen eventually, so we figured, hey! Why fight it? X: Y'know what'd be cool? The Sunnydale Funeral Home! W: I've always wanted to go there! X: We just saw the zebras mating! W: It was like the Heimlich, with stripes! X: Why do I need to learn this? W: 'Cause otherwise you'll flunk math? X: Explain the part where that's bad. W: You remember, you fail math, you flunk out of school, you end up being the guy at the pizza place that sweeps the floor and says, 'Hey, kids, where's the cool parties this weekend?' We've been through this. X: Hey! Nobody messes with my Willow. X: What are you s up to? W: Just sitting here, watching our barren lives pass us by. Oh look, a roach. X: I-I once drank an entire gallon of Gatorade without taking a breath. W: It was pretty impressive. Although later there was an ick factor. W: Xander, you wanna stay and help me? X: Are you kidding? W: Yes, it was a joke I made up. W: What could a demon possibly want from me? X: What's the square root of 841? W: 29. Oh, yeah. X: Oh, the spiders! Willow's been kind of, um, what's the word I'm looking for? Insane about what happened yesterday. W: I don't like spiders, okay? Their furry bodies, and their sticky webs, and what do they need all those legs for anyway? I'll tell you: for crawling across your face in the middle of the night. Ewww! How do they not ruffle you? W: Xander! What happened to your...?! X: I-I-I dunno! I was, uh, dressed a minute ago! It's a dream. It's gotta be a dream. Ow! Wake up. Ow! Gotta wake up. W: Xander kinda found himself in front of our class not wearing much of anything. X: Except my underwear. W: Yeah! It was really....bad. It was a bad thing W: Personal question? X: Yeah, shoot! W: When Buffy was a vampire, you weren't still, like, attracted to her, were you? X: Willow, how can you... I mean, that's really bent! She was... grotesque! W: Still dug her, huh? X: I'm sick, I need help. W: Don't I know it. X: Yeah, you're right. The deal's done. The polls are in, and it's time for my concession speech. Hey, I know what we'll do! We can go! Be my date! We'll, we'll have a great time! We'll dance, we'll go wild... What do ya say? W: No. X: Good! What? W: There's no way. X: Willow, come on! W: You think I wanna go to the dance with you and watch you wish you were at the dance with her? You think that's my idea of highjinx? You should know better.  |
