In this task, you will use your knowledge about language (and common sense) to determine what element the marked number refers to. The numbers are marked with two underlines around them, like: _ number _. Your answer should be chosen from the given text, and should not contain other words.

Riley Finn:  Talk to me , Forrest .
Forrest Gates: Signal 's somewhere in this neighborhood . Estimate within a two - block radius .
Willow Rosenberg: It
Willow Rosenberg: feels , and looks , like the ionizing spell is wearing off .
Xander Harris: Giles ?
Rupert Giles: I 've got it . I 've got it !
Riley Finn: Okay
Riley Finn: ,
Riley Finn: we want to keep the hostile contained , so no one is to make a move without my ...
Forrest Gates: Wait . Signal 's cleared up . There .
Riley Finn: Let 's go !
Rupert Giles: Go !
Riley Finn: What
Forrest Gates: ?
Forrest Gates: It 's on the move .
Riley Finn: Heading ?
Forrest Gates: Straight at us . Forty meters and closing . Moving fast .
Graham Miller: In broad daylight ?
Riley Finn: Look alive , people . Weapons at the ready .
Forrest Gates: Twenty - five meters ... twenty ... fifteen .
Riley Finn: Where ?
Forrest Gates: To the left . Ten meters ... _ five _ !
Riley Finn: Anyone ?
Graham Miller: I got nothing .
Forrest Gates: This does n't make sense . It went right past us .
meters

Ruth Meyers:  Jesus Christ , another guitar player . What 's your name ?
Willy Jack Pickens: Willie Jack Pickens .
Ruth Meyers: I bet you did n't even have to make that up , did you ?
Willy Jack Pickens: What ?
Ruth Meyers: So , you just carry that guitar around to keep your balance ?
Willy Jack Pickens: You want me to play ?
Ruth Meyers: What the fuck do you think I want you to do , call bingo ? One tune ; your best shot .
Willy Jack Pickens: Well , I wrote this _ one _ myself .
Ruth Meyers: I have goosebumps already .
tune

Head Elf:  Hermey ! Are n't you finished painting that yet ? There 's a pile - up a mile wide behind you ! What 's eatin ' ya , boy ?
Hermey: Not happy with my work , I guess .
Head Elf: What ?
Hermey: I just do n't like to make toys .
Head Elf: Oh , well , if that 's all ... What ? You do n't like to make toys ?
Hermey: Nnno .
Head Elf: Hermey does n't like to make toys !
Elves: Hermey does n't like to make toys . Shame on him !
Head Elf: Do you mind telling me what you do want to do ?
Hermey: Well , sir , someday , I 'd like to be a ... a dentist .
Head Elf: A - dentist ?
Hermey: Well , we need _ one _ up here . I 've been studying . It 's fascinating ; you 've no idea . Molars and bicuspids and incisors ...
Head Elf: Now listen , you : you 're an elf , and elves make toys . Now , get to work !
Head Elf: Ten
Head Elf: minute break !
Head Elf: Not
Head Elf: for you ! Finish the job , or you 're fired !

dentist