# Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Season 1

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1997–2003), created by Joss Whedon, was a television series about Buffy Summers, a teenage girl chosen by fate to battle against vampires, demons, and other supernatural foes. She is often aided by her Watcher and her loyal circle of misfit friends. Season 1 aired on The WB in 1997.

### Welcome to the Hellmouth

    Xander: Can I have you? Uh... [chuckles] Can I have you?
    Buffy: Uh, thanks.
    Xander: I don't know you, do I?
    Buffy: I'm Buffy. I'm new.
    Xander: Xander. Is-is me. Hi.
    Buffy: Oh, thanks.
    Xander: Well, uh, maybe I'll see you around. Maybe at school... since we both... go there.
    Buffy: Great. It was nice to meet you. [walks away]
    Xander: We both go to school. Very suave. Very not pathetic. Oh. Hey! Hey! You forgot your... stake.
    Buffy: Okay, what's the sitch?
    Giles: Sorry?
    Buffy: You heard about the dead guy, right? The dead guy in the locker?
    Giles: Yes.
    Buffy: 'Cause it's the weirdest thing. He's got two little-little holes in his neck and all his blood's been drained. Isn't that bizarre? Aren't you just going, "Ooh"?
    Giles: I was afraid of this.
    Buffy: Well, I wasn't. It's my first day. I was afraid that I was gonna be behind in all my classes, that I wouldn't make any friends, that I would have last month's hair. I didn't think there'd be vampires on campus. And I don't care.
    Giles: Then why are you here?
    Buffy: To tell you that, I don't care, which I don't, and have now told you, so... bye.
    Giles: Is he-- will he rise again?
    Buffy: Who?
    Giles: The boy.
    Buffy: No. He's just dead.
    Giles: Can you be sure?
    Buffy: [to Giles] To make you a vampire, they have to suck your blood, and then you have to suck their blood. It's like, a whole big sucking thing. Mostly they're just gonna kill you. Why am I still talking to you?
    Giles: You really have no idea what's going on, do you? You think it's coincidence, your being here? That boy was just the beginning.
    Buffy: Why can't you people just leave me alone?
    Giles: Because you are the Slayer. To each generation a Slayer is born. One girl in all the world, a Chosen One, one born with the strength--
    Buffy: The strength and skill to hunt the vampires, to stop the spread of the evil, blah, blah, blah. I've heard it, okay?
    Giles: I really don't understand this attitude. You-You've accepted your duty. You're slain vampires before?
    Buffy: Yeah, and I've both been there and done that, and I'm moving on.
    Giles: What do you know about this town?
    Buffy: It's 2 hours on the freeway from Neiman-Marcus.
    Giles: Dig a bit in the history of this place, and you'll find a-a steady stream of fairly off occurrences. I believe this whole area is a center of mystical energy, that things gravitate towards it that-that you might not find elsewhere.
    Buffy: Like vampires.
    Giles: Like zombies, werewolves, incubi, succubi, everything you've ever dreaded was under your bed but told yourself couldn't be by the light of day. They're all real.
    Buffy: What, you, like, sent away for the Time-Life series?
    Giles: Oh, w-well, yes.
    Buffy: Did you get the free phone?
    Giles: Um, the calendar.
    Buffy: Cool. Wait. Okay. First of all, I'm a Vampire Slayer. And secondly, I'm retired. Hey, I know. Why don't you kill them?
    Giles: I'm a Watcher. I-I haven't the skill.
    Buffy: Oh, come on. Stake through the heart, a little sunlight, it's like falling off a log.
    Giles: A slayer says, a watcher--
    Buffy: Watches?
    Giles: Yes, no. He... he trains her. He-he-he prepares her.
    Buffy: Prepares me for what? For getting kicked out of school? For losing all of my friends? For having to spend all of my time fighting for my life and never getting to tell anyone because I might endanger them? Go ahead. Prepare me. [sigh]
    Giles: Damn.
    Xander: What?
    Giles: It's getting worse.
    Buffy: What's getting worse?
    Giles: The influx of the undead, the supernatural occurrences. It's been building for years. There's a reason why you're here and a reason why it's now.
    Buffy: Because now is the time my mom moved here.
    Giles: Something's coming. Something, something, something is-is gonna happen here. Soon.
    Buffy: Gee, can you vague that up for me?
    Giles: The signs, as far as I can tell, point to a crucial mystical upheaval very soon. Days. Possibly less.
    Buffy: Oh, come on. This is Sunnydale. How bad an evil can there be here?
    Buffy: Hey!
    Willow: Oh, hi. Hi.
    Buffy: Oh, you're here with someone?
    Willow: No, I'm just here. I thought Xander was going to show up.
    Buffy: Oh, are you guys going out?
    Willow: No, we're just friends. We used to go out, but we broke up.
    Buffy: How come?
    Willow: He stole my Barbie. Oh, we were five.
    Buffy: Oh.
    Willow: I-I don't actually date a whole lot... lately.
    Buffy: Why not?
    Willow: Well, when I'm with a boy I like, it's hard for me to say anything cool or, or witty, or at all. I-I can usually make a few vowel sounds, and then I have to go away.
    Buffy: It's not that bad.
    Willow: No, i-it is. I think boys are more interested in a girl who can talk.
    Buffy: You really haven't been dating lately.
    Willow: It's probably easy for you.
    Buffy: Yeah, real easy.
    Willow: I-I mean, you don't seem too shy.
    Buffy: Well, my philosophy, do you want to hear my philosophy?
    Willow: Yeah, I do.
    Buffy: Life is short.
    Willow: Life is short.
    Buffy: Not original, I'll grant you, but it's true. You know, why waste time being all shy and worrying about some guy and if he's going to laugh at you? Seize the moment, 'cause tomorrow you might be dead.
    Willow: Oh, that's nice.
    Buffy: Um, I'll be back in a minute.
    Willow: Oh, that's okay. You don't have to come back.
    Buffy: I'll be back in a minute.
    Willow: Seize the moment.
    Buffy: [about the mausoleum] Well, this is nice. I-it's a little bare, but a dash of paint, a few throw pillows... call it home!
    Darla: Who the hell are you?
    Buffy: You mean there's actually someone in this town who doesn't know already? Whew, that's a relief! I'm telling you, having a secret identity in this town is a job of work.
    Xander: Buffy, we bail now, right?
    Thomas: Not yet!
    Buffy: Okay, first of all, what's with the outfit? Live in the now, okay? You look like DeBarge!
    [The vampires close in on Buffy. She turns to Darla.]
    Buffy: Now, we can do this the hard way, or... well, actually there's just the hard way.
    Darla: That's fine with me!
    Buffy: Are you sure? Now, this is not gonna be pretty. We're talking violence, strong language, adult content...

### The Harvest

    Giles: For as long as there have been vampires, there has been the Slayer. One girl in all the world, a Chosen One...
    Buffy: He loves doing this part.
    Giles: Alright. The Slayer hunts vampires, Buffy is a Slayer, don't tell anyone. Well, I think that's all the vampire information you need.
    The Master: A Slayer... Have you any proof?
    Luke: Only that she fought me and yet lives.
    The Master: Very nearly proof enough. I can't remember the last time that happened.
    Luke: 1843. Madrid. He caught me sleeping.
    Giles: [To Willow] Well then help me in researching this Harvest affair. It seems to be some sort of preordained massacre. Rivers of blood, hell on Earth. Quite charmless. I'm a bit fuzzy, however, on the details. [about a computer] It may be that you can wrest some information from that dread machine. [everyone stares] That was a bit, um, British, wasn't it?
    Buffy: Welcome to the New World.
    Xander: This is just too much. I mean, yesterday my life's like, 'Uh-oh, pop quiz.' Today it's 'Rain of Toads'.
    Willow: I know. And everyone else thinks it's just a normal day.
    Xander: Nobody knows. It's like we've got this big secret.
    Willow: We do. That's what a secret is, when you know something other guys don't.
    Buffy: What exactly were you expecting?
    Xander: I don't know. Something. I mean, the dead rose. We should have at least had an assembly.
    Giles: People have a tendency to rationalize what they can and forget what they can't.
    Buffy: Believe me, I've seen it happen.
    Willow: Well, I'll never forget it. None of it.
    Giles: Good. Next time you'll be prepared.
    Xander: Next time?
    Willow: Next time is why?
    Giles: We prevented the master from freeing himself and opening the mouth of hell. That's not to say he's going to stop trying. I'd say the fun is just beginning.
    Willow: More vampires?
    Giles: Not just vampires. The next threat we face maybe something quite different.
    Buffy: I can hardly wait.
    Giles: We're at the center of a mystical convergence here. We may, in fact, stand between the earth and it's total destruction.
    Buffy: Well, I gotta look on the bright side. Maybe I can still get kicked out of school.
    Xander: Oh, yeah. That's a plan, 'cause lots of schools aren't on Hellmouths.
    Willow: Maybe you could blow something up. They're really strict about that.
    Buffy: I was thinking of a more subtle approach, you know, like, excessive not studying.
    Giles: [to himself as the others are walking away] The Earth is doomed.

### Witch

    Giles: This is madness. What could you have been thinking? You are the Slayer. Lives depend upon you. I make allowances for your youth, but I expect a certain amount of responsibility, instead of which you enslave yourself to this-this... cult?
    [Buffy is wearing a cheerleading outfit]
    Buffy: You don’t like the color?
    Giles: I don't... Do you, um... do you ignore everything I say, as-as a rule?
    Buffy: No. I believe that's your trick. I told you, I'm trying out for the cheerleading squad.
    Giles: You have a sacred birthright, Buffy. You were chosen to destroy vampires, not to... wave pom poms at people. And as the Watcher, I forbid it.
    Buffy: And you'll be stopping me how?
    Giles: Well, I... By appealing to your common sense, if such a creature exists.
    Buffy: I will still have time to fight the forces of evil, okay? I just... want to have a life. I want to do something normal. Something safe.
    Giles: Why should someone want to harm Cordelia?
    Willow: Maybe because they met her? Did I say that?
    Willow: You're the Slayer, and we're, like, the Slayerettes.
    Xander: I laugh in the face of danger. Then I hide until it goes away.
    Joyce: Look what I found. It's my yearbook from junior year. [finds her picture] Oh, look. There I am.
    Buffy: Mom, I've accepted that you've had sex. I am not ready to know that you had Farrah hair.
    Joyce: This is Gidget hair. Don't they teach you anything in history?
    Buffy: Well, it's really cool, but I gotta book.
    Joyce: Well, I was thinking. I know the cheerleading thing didn't work out. Maybe you should think about joining the yearbook staff. I did it. It was a lot of fun.
    Buffy: Not really my tip, Mom.
    Joyce: I was photo editor. I got to be on every page. Made me look much more popular than I was.
    Buffy: And have you seen the kids that do yearbook? Nerds pick on them.
    Joyce: Some of the best times I had in school were working on the yearbook.
    Buffy: Well, this just in: I'm not you. I'm into my own thing.
    Joyce: Your own thing, whatever it is, got you kicked out of school, and he had to move here to find a decent school that would take you. Honey... Oh, great parenting form. A little shaky on the dismount.

### Teacher's Pet

    Giles: God, every day here is the same.
    Buffy: Bright, sunny, beautiful. However can we escape this torment?
    Xander: It's funny how the Earth never opens up and swallows you when you want it to.
    Giles: This computer invasion that Willow's performing on the coroner's office... One assumes it is entirely legal?
    Buffy: [in unison] Of course.
    Willow: [in unison] Entirely.
    Giles: Right. Wasn't here. Didn't see it. Couldn't have stopped you.
    Principal Flutie: You were there. You saw Dr. Gregory, didn't you?
    Buffy: Um, you mean yesterday in the cafeteria when we found him--
    Principal Flutie: Don't say dead or decapitated or decomposing. I'd stay away from "d" words altogether, but you witnessed the event, so this way, please.
    Buffy: Oh, no. I'm gonna be late for biology.
    Principal Flutie: Extremely late. You have to see a counselor. Everyone who saw the body has to see a crisis counselor.
    Buffy: But I really don't--
    Principal Flutie: We all need help with our feelings, otherwise we bottle them up, and before you know it, powerful laxatives are involved. I really believe if we all reach out to one another, we can beat this thing. I'm always here if you need a hug, but not a real hug, because there's no touching in this school. We're sensitive to wrong touching.
    Buffy: But I really, really--
    Principal Flutie: No. You have to talk to a counselor and start to healing. You have to heal.
    Buffy: But, Mr. Flutie, I d--
    Principal Flutie: Heal.
    Cordelia: I don't know what to say. It was really, I mean, one minute you're in your normal life, and then who's in the fridge? It really gets to you, a thing like that. It was... Let's just say I haven't been able to eat a thing since yesterday. I think I lost, like, 7.5 ounces, way swifter than that so-called diet that quack put me on. Oh, I'm not saying that we should kill a teacher every day, just so I can lose weight, I'm just saying when tragedy strikes, we have to look on the bright side, you know? Like, how even used Mercedes still have leather seats.

### Never Kill a Boy on the First Date

    The Master: [reading from the writing of Aurelius] "And there will be a time of crisis, of worlds hanging in the balance. And in this time shall come, The Anointed, the Master's Great Warrior. And the Slayer will not know him, will not stop him, and he will lead her into Hell." As it is written, so shall it be. "Five will die, and from their ashes, The Anointed shall rise. The Brethren of Aurelius, shall greet him, and usher him to his immortal destiny." As it is written, so shall it be. "And one of the Brethren shall go out hunting the night before and get himself killed, because he couldn't wait to finish his job before he ate." Oh, wait. [grabs one of the Brethren by the throat] That's not written anywhere. The Anointed will be my greatest weapon against the Slayer. If you fail to bring him to me, if you allow that girl to stop you... [throws the vampire into a coffin] Here endeth the lesson.
    Giles: [about Owen's book selection] Oh, Emily Dickinson.
    Buffy: We're both fans.
    Giles: Yes, she's quite a good poet. I mean for a...
    Buffy: [defensively] A girl?
    Giles: For an American.
    Willow: Buffy has a really important date.
    Buffy: Owen!
    Giles: All right, I-I'll just jump in my time machine, go back to the twelfth century and ask the vampires to postpone their ancient prophecy for a few days while you take in dinner and a show.
    Buffy: Okay, at this point you're abusing sarcasm.
    Giles: Well, you know what they say; ninety percent of the vampire slaying game is, is waiting.
    Buffy: You couldn't have told me that ninety percent ago?
    Buffy: If the apocalypse comes, beep me.

### The Pack

    Xander: We just saw the zebras mating. Thank you, very exciting!
    Willow: It was like the Heimlich... with stripes!
    Willow: [to Xander] 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.
    Giles: Xander's taken to teasing the less fortunate?
    Buffy: Uh-huh.
    Giles: And, there's been a noticeable change in both clothing and demeanor?
    Buffy: Yes.
    Giles: And, well, otherwise all his spare time is spent lounging about with imbeciles.
    Buffy: It's bad, isn't it?
    Giles: It's devastating. He's turned into a sixteen-year-old boy. Of course you'll have to kill him.
    [While researching in the library]
    Buffy: Wow. Apparently, Noah rejected the hyenas from the Ark because he thought they were an evil impure mixture of dogs and cats.
    Willow: Hyenas aren't well liked.
    Buffy: They do seem to be the schmoes of the animal kingdom.
    Willow: Why couldn't Xander be possessed by a puppy, or... or some ducks?
    Willow: I heard the vice principal's taking over until they can find a replacement.
    Buffy: Well, it shouldn't be too hard to find a new principal. Unless they ask what happened to the last one.
    Xander: Okay, but I had nothing to do with that, right?
    Buffy: Right.
    Willow: You only ate the pig.
    Xander: I ate a pig? It was he cooked and called bacon or... oh, my God, I ate a pig? I mean, the whole trichinosis issue aside, yuck.
    Buffy: Well, it wasn't really you.
    Xander: Well, I remember going on the field trip, and then going down to the hyena house. And next thing, some guy's holding Willow, and he's got a knife.
    Willow: You saved my life.
    Xander: Hey, nobody messes with my Willow.
    Buffy: This is definitely the superior Xander. Accept no substitutes.
    Xander: I didn't do anything else, did I? Around you guys? Anything embarrassing?
    Buffy: Nah.
    Willow: Not at all.
    Buffy: Come on, we're gonna be late.
    Willow: See you at lunch.
    Xander: Cool. Oh, hey? Going vegetarian, huh?
    Giles: I've been reading up on my, uh, animal possession, and I cannot find anything anywhere about... memory loss afterwards.
    Xander: (chuckles) Did you tell them that?
    Giles: Your secret dies with me.
    Xander: Shoot me, stuff me, mount me.

### Angel

    Willow: [about Angel] So he is a good vampire? I mean on a scale of one to ten. Ten being someone who's killing and maiming every night, one being someone who's... not.
    Xander: I know you have feelings for this guy, but it's not like you're in love with him, right? [Buffy looks away] You’re in love with a vampire?! What are you, outta your mind?
    Cordelia: What?!?
    Xander: [to Cordelia] Not 'vampire' ... [to Buffy] How could you love an umpire? Everyone hates 'em!
    Angel: Come on. Don't go soft on me now. A little wide.
    Buffy: Why? Why didn't you just attack me when you had the chance? Was it a joke? To make me feel for you and then... I've killed a lot of vampires. I've never hated one before.
    Angel: Feels good, doesn't it? Feels simple.
    Buffy: I invited you into my home, and then you attacked my family.
    Angel: Why not? I killed mine. I killed their friends... and their friends' children. For 100 years, I offered an ugly death to everyone I met. And I did it with a song in my heart.
    Buffy: What changed?
    Angel: Fed on a girl about your age. Beautiful. Dumb as a post, but a favorite among her clan.
    Buffy: Her clan?
    Angel: The Romany. Gypsies. The elders conjured the perfect punishment for me. They restored my soul.
    Buffy: What, they were all out of boils and blinding torment?
    Angel: When you become a vampire, the demon takes your body, but it doesn't get your soul. That's gone. No conscience, no remorse. It's an easy way to live. You have no idea what it's like to have done the things I'm done... and to care. I haven't fed on a living human being since that day.
    Buffy: So you started with my mom?
    Angel: I didn't bite her.
    Buffy: Then why didn't you say something?
    Angel: But I wanted to. I can walk like a man, but I'm not one. I wanted to kill you tonight.
    Buffy: Go ahead. Not as easy as it looks.
    Darla: Sure it is.
    Darla: Do you know what the saddest thing in the world is?
    Buffy: Bad hair on top of that outfit?
    Darla: To love someone who used to love you.
    Buffy: You guys were involved?
    Darla: For several generations.
    Buffy: Well, you've been around since Columbus. You are bound to pile up a few exes. You're older than him, right? Just between us girls, you are looking a little worn around the eyes.
    Darla: [about Angel] I made him. There was a time when we shared everything, wasn't there, Angelus? You had a chance to come home, to rule with me in the Master's court for 1,000 years. But you threw that away because of her. You love someone who hates us. You're sick, and you'll always be sick. And you'll always remember what it was like to watch her die. You don't think I came alone, do you?
    Buffy: I know I didn't.
    Darla: [chuckles] Scary. Scarier.

### I, Robot... You, Jane

    Giles: I'm just going to stay and clean up a little. I'll be back in the Middle Ages.
    Jenny: Did you ever leave?
    Jenny: You kids really dig the library, don't you?
    Buffy: We're literary.
    Xander: To read makes our speaking English good.
    Xander: Are we over-reacting? He's in a computer, what can he do?
    Buffy: You mean besides convince a perfectly nice kid to try and kill me? I don't know. How about mess up all the medical equipment in the world?
    Giles: Randomize traffic signals.
    Buffy: Access launch codes for our nuclear missiles.
    Giles: Destroy the world's economy.
    Buffy: I think I pretty much capped it with that nuclear missile thing.
    Giles: ...Alright, yours was best.
    [keyboard clacking and computer beeping]
    Giles: [clears throat]
    Jenny: Well, look who's here. Welcome to my world. You scared?
    Giles: I'm remaining calm, thank you. I just wanted to, uh, return this. I found it among the new books and naturally, I though of you.
    Jenny: Cool. Thanks.
    Giles: Uh, well, I'll-I'll see you anon.
    Jenny: Can't get out of here fast enough, can you?
    Giles: Truthfully, I'm even less anxious to be around computers than I used to be.
    Jenny: Well, it was your book that started all the trouble, not a computer.
    Giles: [sighs]
    Jenny: Honestly, what is it about them that bothers you so much?
    Giles: The smell.
    Jenny: Computers don't smell, Rupert.
    Giles: I know. Smell is the most powerful trigger to the memory there is. A certain flower or a whiff of smoke can bring up experiences long forgotten. Books smell musty and-and rich. The knowledge gained from a computer is-is... it has no-no texture, no-no context. It's there and then it's gone. If it's to last, then the getting of knowledge should be, uh, tangible. It should be, um... smelly.
    Jenny: Well, you really are an old-fashioned boy, aren't you?
    Giles: Well, I-I don't dangle a corkscrew from my ear.
    Jenny: That's not where I dangle it.
    Xander: We going to go to the Bronze tonight, we three?
    Buffy: It'll be fun.
    Xander: Yeah. Willow, fun? Remember fun? That thing where you smile?
    Willow: Oh, I'm sorry, guys. I'm just thinking about...
    Buffy: Malcolm?
    Willow: Malcolm, Moloch, whatever he's called. The one boy that's really liked me, and he's a demon robot. What does that say about me?
    Buffy: It doesn't say anything about you.
    Willow: I mean, I thought I was really falling...
    Buffy: Hey, did you forget? The one boy I've had the hots for since I've moved here turned out to be a vampire.
    Xander: Right. And the teacher I had a crush on: giant praying mantis.
    Willow: That's true.
    Xander: Yeah, it's life on the Hellmouth.
    Buffy: Let's face it. None of us are ever going to have a happy, normal relationship.
    Xander: We're doomed.
    Willow: Yeah.
    [They laugh, but it quickly stops as they look uneasy]

### The Puppet Show

    Giles: He thought it would behoove me to have more contact with the students. I did try to explain that my vocational choice of librarian was a deliberate attempt to minimize said contact, but he would have none of it.
    Principal Snyder: My predecessor, Mr. Flutie, may have gone in for all that touchy-feely relating nonsense, but he was eaten. You're in my world now. And Sunnydale has touched and felt for the last time.
    Sid (the dummy): [about his present condition] Let's just say there was me, there was a really mean demon, there was a curse, and the next thing I know, I'm not me any more. I'm sitting on some guy's knee, with his hand up my shirt.
    [Marc has tricked Giles into getting into a craftily disguised guillotine.]
    Giles: Shouldn't it be aimed at my neck?
    Marc: No, no this way your scalp gets sliced off and your brains just come pouring out.
    Giles: What exactly is the trick?
    Marc: What trick?
    Buffy: What about the whole "it's a demon" theory?
    Giles: I'm looking into that, but my investigation is somewhat... hampered by our life in the theater.
    Buffy: Uh, priority check, Giles? (holding up her hands) Talent show, murder.
    Xander: Yeah, we can't do the talent show, it's unthinkable. I'm not able to think it!
    Giles: Principal Snyder is watching us all very closely. Now, if he chooses, he can make all our lives extremely difficult. A Slayer cannot afford that! We will find this murderer, but in the meantime... the show must go on.
    Buffy: This is so unfair.

### Nightmares

    Joyce: You want to go to school?
    Buffy: Sure! Why not?
    Joyce: Okay. Good day to buy that lottery ticket.
    Xander: Well, the Hellmouth, the center of mystical convergence, supernatural monsters: been there.
    Buffy: Little blasé there, aren't you?
    Xander: I'm not worried. If there's something bad out there we'll find, you'll slay, we'll party!
    Buffy: Thanks for having confidence in me.
    Xander: You da man, Buff!
    Xander: Our dreams are coming true?
    Giles: Dreams? That would be a musical comedy version of this. Nightmares, our--our nightmares are coming true.
    The Master: [to Buffy] What's the fun of burying someone if they're already dead?
    Buffy: Glad you showed up. You see, I'm having a really bad day.
    Ugly Man: Lucky 19.
    Buffy: Scary. I'll tell you something, though. There are a lot of scarier thing than you. And I'm one of them.

### Out of Mind, Out of Sight

    [The class is discussing 'The Merchant of Venice'.]
    Ms. Miller: But has Shylock suffered? What's his place in Venice society?
    Willow: Well, everyone looked down on him.
    Cordelia: That is such a twinkie defense. Shylock should get over himself. People who think their problems are so huge craze me. Like this time I sort of ran over this girl on her bike. It was the most traumatizing event of my life, and she's trying to make it about her leg! Like my pain meant nothing.
    Principal Snyder: There are no dead students here. This week.
    Giles: Buffy told me you don't feed from humans anymore.
    Angel: Not for a long while.
    Giles: Is that why you're here? To see her?
    Angel: I can't. It's, uh... It's too hard for me to be around her.
    Giles: A vampire in love with a Slayer. It's rather poetic... in a maudlin sort of way.
    Willow: 'Have a nice summer', 'Have a nice summer'. This girl had no friends at all.
    Giles: Once again I teeter at the precipice of the generational gap.
    Buffy: 'Have a nice summer' is what you write when you have nothing to say.
    Xander: It's the kiss of death.
    Cordelia: So, are you saying she's invisible because she's so unpopular?
    Buffy: That about sums it up.
    Cordelia: Bummer for her. It's awful to feel that lonely.
    Buffy: Hmm. So you've read something about the feeling?
    Cordelia: Hey! You think I'm never lonely because I'm so cute and popular? I can be surrounded by people and be completely alone. It's not like any of them really know me. I don't even know if they like me half the time. People just want to be in a popular zone. Sometimes when I talk, everyone's so busy agreeing with me, they don't hear a word I say.
    Buffy: Well, if you feel so alone, then why do you work so hard at being popular?
    Cordelia: Well, it beats being alone all by yourself.

### Prophecy Girl

    Buffy: Giles, you're not gonna believe this.
    Giles: It's clear, it's what's gonna happen. It's happening now.
    Buffy: Angel?
    Angel: It can't be. You've-you've gotta be wrong.
    Giles: I've checked it against all my other volumes. It's very real.
    Angel: [about the prophecy] Well, there's gotta be some way around it.
    Giles: Listen, some prophecies are a bit dodgy. They're-they're mutable. Buffy herself has-has thwarted them time and time again, but this is the Codex. There is nothing in it that does not come to pass.
    Angel: Then you're reading it wrong.
    Giles: I wish to God I were, but it's very plain. Tomorrow night, Buffy will face the Master, and she will die.
    Angel: Well, have you verified the text?
    Buffy: [laughing and about the prophecy in which she will die] So that's it, huh? I remember the drill. One Slayer dies, next one's called. Wonder who she is? Will you train her... or will they send someone else?
    Giles: Buffy, I...
    Buffy: [whimpering] Does it say how he's gonna kill me? Do you think it'll hurt? [as Angel steps close to her] Don't touch me! Were you even gonna tell me?
    Giles: I was hoping I wouldn't have to, that there was some way around it.
    Buffy: I've got a way around it. I quit.
    Angel: It's not that simple.
    Buffy: I'm making it that simple. I quit. I resign, I-I'm fired. You can find someone else to stop The Master from taking over.
    Giles: I'm not sure that anyone else can. All the... the signs indicate...
    Buffy: [enraged, throwing books at Giles] The signs? Read me the signs! Tell me my fortune! You're so useful, sitting here with all of your books! You're really a lot of help!
    Giles: No, I don't suppose I am.
    Angel: I know this is hard.
    Buffy: What do you know about this? You're never gonna die.
    Angel: You think I want anything to happen to you? Do you think I could stand it? We just gotta figure out a way...
    Buffy: I already did. I quit, remember? Pay attention!
    Giles: Buffy, if the Master rises...
    Buffy: I don't care! I don't care. Giles, I'm 16 years old. I... I don't wanna die.
    The Master: Yes. Come forth, my child. Come into my world.
    Buffy: I don't think it's yours just yet.
    The Master: You're dead.
    Buffy: I may be dead, but I'm still pretty. Which is more than I can say for you.
    The Master: You were destined to die. It was written.
    Buffy: What can I say? I flunked the written.
    The Master: Come here.
    The Master: Where are your jibes now? Will you laugh when my Hell is on Earth?
    Buffy: You're that amped about Hell? Go there.
    Giles: The vampires?
    Cordelia: Gone.
    Angel: The Master?
    Giles: Dead. The Hellmouth is closed. Buffy? Buffy?
    Buffy: Um, sorry. It's just... been a really weird day.
    Xander: Yeah. Buffy died and everything.
    Willow: Wow. Harsh.
    Giles: I should've known that wouldn't stop you.
    Jenny: Well, what do we do now?
    Giles: I don't know about the rest of you, but I'd like to get out of this place. I don't like the library very much anymore.
    Xander: Hey, I hear there's a dance at the Bronze tonight. Could be fun.
    Cordelia: Yeah.
    Willow: Buffy?
    Buffy: Sure. We saved the world. I say we party. I mean, I got all pretty.
    Jenny: What about him?
    Buffy: He's not going anywhere. Loser.
    Giles: I'm not dancing, though.
    Jenny: We'll see. You can come with us, though.
    Xander: So, what's the story with the car?
    Cordelia: Oh, that was me.
    Buffy: I'm really, really hungry.
    Willow: [laughing]
    Angel: By the way, I really like your dress.
    Buffy: Yeah, yeah. It's a big hit with everyone.