BUFFY:
I put this before the group. What the hell is it?
GILES:
It appears to be paranormal in origin.
WILLOW:
How can you tell?
GILES:
Well, it's so shiny.
BEN:
Radioactive spider bite.
BUFFY:
How'd you guess?
BEN:
I'm a doctor- well, almost.
BUFFY:
It won't hurt us. I had it on me all night. But this guy, he saw things... he said things.
GILES:
Such as?
BUFFY:
They'll come at me through my family.
MONK:
Zabbij me... zabbij me. (Kill me... kill me.)
GLORY:
Josve novem svete, tak prohoba speak American! (We're in the New World
now so please, for God's sake, speak American!)
ANYA:
But I have their money. Who cares what kind of day they have?
XANDER:
No one. It's just a long cultural tradition of raging insincerity. Embrace it.
ANYA:
Hey, you! Have a nice day.
XANDER:
There's my girl!
ANYA:
A spell to see spells... well, a trance to see spells, actually, but
you get the idea. Try that.
BUFFY:
What do you mean "see" spells?
GILES:
Well, all spells leave a trace signature. It's just not perceptible to
the human eye. In this case, it could be the image of a hand choking
your mother.
ANYA:
Or a cloud of mist around her.
WILLOW:
Or maybe the shape of the demon that's performing the spell?
GILES:
Possible, yes.
GLORY:
Hey! Hands off my holy man!
BUFFY:
Can I be president?
DAWN:
I'm president. You could be the janitor.