Buffy: Angel was cured.
Giles: I'm sorry?
Buffy: When I killed him, Angel was cured. Your spell worked at the last minute, Will. I was about to take him out, and, um... something went through him... and he was Angel again. He... he didn't remember anything that he'd done. He just held me. Um... but it... it was... it was too late, and I-I had to. Acathla was waking up and about to swallow the world into Hell. So, I-I told him that I loved him... and I kissed him... and I killed him. That's why I ran away without telling anyone. I just couldn't deal with it. I don't know if that helps with your spell or not, Giles.
Giles: Uh, yes, I-I believe it will.
Willow: I'm sorry. I'm really sorry for giving you a hard time about running away and not wanting to talk about it. I had no idea.
Buffy: It's okay. I've been holding onto that for so long. Just like Faith when she ran away from Boston after seeing her Watcher get killed. Felt good to get it out. Well... I'll see you guys later.
[Buffy walks out. Willow and Giles are now alone and in awe]
Willow: Giles... I know you don't like me playing with mystical forces, but if you give me a chance I think can really help you with this binding spell.
Giles: There is no spell.
Buffy: I just wanna get my life back, you know? Do normal stuff.
Willow: Like date?
Xander: Aw, you wanna date. I saw that half-smile, you little slut.
[Xander starts chuckling and Buffy punches him on the arm]
Xander: [still kind of chuckling] Ow.
Buffy: Alright... yes, date, and shop and hang out and go to school and save the world from unspeakable demons. You know, I wanna do girlie stuff.
Willow: And over here, we have the cafeteria, where we were mauled by snakes.
Xander: And this is the spot where, uh, Angel tried to kill Willow.
Willow: Oh, and over there in the lounge is where Spike and his gang nearly massacred us all on Parent-Teacher night.
Willow: Oh, and-and up those stairs, I was sucked into a muddy grave.
Xander: And they say young people don't learn anything in high school nowadays, but, um, I've learned to be afraid.
Faith: God, I could eat a horse. Isn't it crazy how slaying just always makes you hungry and horny?
[everybody looks at Buffy]
Buffy: Well... Sometimes I-I crave a nonfat yogurt afterwards.
Cordelia: I get it!
[everybody looks at Cordelia]
Cordelia: Not the horny thing, yuck! But the two slayer thing. There was one, and then Buffy died for like two minutes, so then Kendra was called, and then when she died, Faith was called.
Buffy: Oh, no... I have to go take an English make-up exam. They give you credit just for speaking it, right?
Mr. Trick: Sunnydale. Town's got quaint, and the people: he called me "sir", don't you just miss that? I mean, admittedly, it's not a haven for the brothers. You know, strictly the Caucasian persuasion here in the Dale. But you know you just gotta stand up and salute that death rate. I ran a statistical analysis and, Hello Darkness. Makes D.C. look like Mayberry. And ain't nobody sayin' boo about it. We could fit right in here. Have us some fun.
Willow: Maybe we shouldn't be too couply around Buffy. She's still keeping to herself and brooding, refusing to talk to us.
Cordelia: Oh, you mean 'cause of how Angel, the only guy that ever liked her, turned into a vicious killer and she had to put him down like a dog?
Xander: Can she cram complex issues into a nutshell or what?
Oz: Alright, prepare to uncouple... Uncouple.
[both couples separate]
Cordelia: When did you become Martha Stewart?
Buffy: First of all, Martha Stewart knows jack about hand-cut prosciutto.
Xander: I don't believe she slays, either.
Oz: Oh, I hear she can, but she doesn't like to.
Faith: When I'm fighting, it's like the whole world goes away and I only know one thing: that I'm gonna win, and they're gonna lose. I like that feeling.
Buffy: Well sure, beats that "dead" feeling you get when they win and *you* lose.
Buffy: Giles say what he wanted? Do you think he's mad?
Willow: No, I don't think so. I think he just needed to see you. Have you ever noticed, though, when he is mad, but he's too English to say anything, he makes that weird cluck- cluck sound with his tongue?
[Giles suddenly rises up from behind the counter]
Buffy: Hi, Giles!
Willow: Oh, hi! Been there long?
Buffy: Maybe I should introduce you again. Faith, this is Giles.
Faith: I've seen him. If I'da known they came that young and cute, I would've requested a transfer.
Buffy: Raise your hand if eww.
Buffy: Mom, the only way you get a new slayer is when the old slayer dies.
Joyce: Then that means you... When did you die? You never told me you died.
Buffy: No it-it was just for a few minutes.
Buffy: So, let me get this strait. I'm really back in school because the School Board overruled you. Wow! That's like having your whole ability to do this job called into question, when you think about it.
Joyce: I think what my daughter's trying to say is, "Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah."
Oz: [to Faith] I'm wondering about your position on werewolves.
Willow: [proudly] Oz is a werewolf.
Buffy: It's a long story.
Oz: I got bit.
Buffy: Apparently not that long.
Faith: Hey, as long as you don't go scratching at me or humpin' my leg, we're five by five.
Oz: Fair enough.
Buffy: Oh, the one that nearly bit me mentioned something about 'kissing toast'. He lived for kissing toast.
Giles: [alarmed] You mean, Kakistos?
Buffy: Maybe it was taquitos. Maybe he lived for taquitos. What?
Buffy: Is that bad?
Giles: Kakistos is Greek, it means the worst of the worst. It's also the name of a vampire so old that his hands and feet are cloven.
Faith: This whole summer was a heat wave. The worst in years. So, it's about 118 degrees at night and I'm sleeping without a stitch on and all of a sudden I hear screaming from outside. I tear outside, stark nude, armed with my wooden stake and I see this church bus has broke down outside my apartment building and there are these three vamps feasting on half the Baptist clergy in my hometown of South Boston. So, I waste the vamps in less then a minute and the head preacher comes out of the bus and he thanks me for saving his life. He's literally hugging me like there's no tomorrow, when all of a sudden the cops pulled up and arrested us both.
Xander: Wow. They should film that story and show it on cable TV every Christmas.
Buffy: You got a problem?
Faith: I'm five by five, living it up. I'm just worried about your problem.
Buffy: What problem? I may not sleep in the nude or wrestle alligators...
Faith: Maybe it's time you started because something is bothering you. Something in your body needs uncorking. You've been moody and keeping to yourself since I met you. What is it? Is it the Angel thing?
Buffy: What do you know about Angel?
Faith: Just what your friends told me. He was your big love, big loss. A good vampire with a soul, but he turned evil after you two slept together and he then terrorized you and your friends for months as well as killed several people. You were forced to kill him to save the world and then you just ran away, refusing to talk about it. You need to deal with it and move on, but your not. That's just my idea.
Buffy: I got an idea. How about from now on, you do not talk about Angel, you do not say his name, and you do not ask me any more questions about my personal life, which by the way... is my life!
Faith: Whoa! Why are you getting so strung up, B?
Buffy: Why are your lips still moving, F?
Faith: Did I just hear a threat?
Scott Hope: I'm sorry, I'm a bad liar. It's not good for the soul. Or-or the skin, actually, it makes me blotch.
Faith: What about you? What was your toughest kill?
Buffy: [thinking of Angel] Um, well, you know, they're all difficult, I guess. Uh, oh, oh, do you guys remember the Three? That's right, you never met the Three. Well, there was three...
Scott Hope: How are you?
Buffy: Uh, okay, you know I gotta...
Scott Hope: I know, be somewhere else, right? Think of this as my last-ditch effort. I realize that one more is gonna qualify as stalking... I've given a lot of thought, some might say too much thought, to-to how I might be a part of your life. It begins with conversation - we all know this - maybe over a cup of coffee. Or maybe at the Buster Keaton festival playing on State Street all this weekend.
Buffy: You know, come to think of it, I-I don't think I've given a fair chance to... Buster Keaton. I-I like what I've seen of him so far; I-I think it might be time to see a little more.
Scott Hope: [smiles] Keaton is key.
Buffy: Hey, uh, I was, um, I was waiting for you to get out of class.
Scott Hope: Oh, uh, why?
Buffy: Um, there was someone, a while ago, and, uh, the ring sort of confused me. But I like what you said about friendship, I liked it a lot. And Buster Keaton, big fun. And I'm capable of big fun, even though there's no earthly way you could possibly know that about me, wow if I knew I was gonna go on this long, I probably would have brought some water. Uh, what I'm trying to say is, um, if you would still like to go to the film festival - and I would understand it if you didn't - I'd pretty much love to go with you.
Scott Hope: Uh, um. I don't know, Buffy. I'm-I'm really gonna have to think about this.
[Turns away, turns back]
Scott Hope: Okay, you know what, I've thought about it and I'm in. When do you want to go?
Buffy: Well, I... hadn't definitely one hundred percent said no for all time. It's just, you know, you don't enter into these things lightly, you know. There's-there's repercussions to consider and... why am I seeing a look?
Willow: You really do need to find the fun, B. - uffy.
Oz: [seeing Faith fight a vampire] I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say there's a new slayer in town.
Faith: So, what brings you here to the poor side of town?
Buffy: Cloven guy, goes by the name of Kakistos.
Faith: What do you know about Kakistos?
Buffy: That he's here in town looking for you. We're not happy to see old friends, are we? Who is he? Why is he after you?
Faith: [suddenly nervous] I really don't want to talk about it.
Buffy: Why? What did he do to you?
Faith: It's what I did to him.
Buffy: And what is that? That he was the master vampire down in Louisiana who kept alligators as pets? The one who you claimed to have killed, but he survived? Faith, you came here for a reason. I can help.
Faith: [starts to back her backpack] You can mind your own business! I'm the only one who can handle this!
Buffy: Yeah, you're a real badass when it comes to packing! Or is that what you said to me about my problem? "Gotta deal and move on?" You have the moving on part right here, but what about dealing? Is that something you're going to dump on me?
Faith: You don't know me and I don't know you! You have no idea what I've been through! I can take care of this on my own!
Buffy: Like he took care of your Watcher? He tracked you down to Boston and he killed her, didn't he?
Faith: [trembling] There is not a word for what he did to her. He murdered her in the most gory and hideous way... and he forced me to watch it all.
Buffy: Faith, if you run he runs after you.
Faith: That's where the head start comes in handy.