Jesse: Hey!
Xander: You guys busy? Are we interrupting? We're interrupting.
Buffy: Hey!
Willow: Hey!
Jesse: Hey there!
Willow: Buffy, this is Jesse and that's Xander.
Xander: Oh, me and Buffy go waaay back, old friends, very close. Then there's that period of estrangement where I think we were both growing as people, but now here we are, like old times, I'm quite moved.
Jesse: Is it me, or are you turning into a bibbling idiot?
Xander: No, it's, uh, it's not you.
Buffy: Well, it's nice to meet you guys, I think.
Jesse: Well, you know, we wanted to welcome ya, make ya feel at home, unless you have a scary home...
Xander: And to return this. (holds up the stake) The only thing I can think is that you're building a really little fence.
Buffy: Hah, no, um, a-a-actually it was for self-defense. Everyone has them in L.A. Pepper spray is just so passé.
Xander: So what do you do for fun, what do you like, what do you look for in a man, let's hear it.
Jesse: If you have any dark, painful secrets you'd like us to publish?
Buffy: Gee, everyone wants to know about me. How keen.
Xander: Well, not much goes on in a one Starbucks town like Sunnydale. You're pretty big news.
Buffy: I'm not. Really.

Cordelia: Are these guys bothering you?
Buffy: Uh, no!
Willow: She's not hanging out with us.
Jesse: Hey! Cordelia!
Cordelia: (to Jesse) Oh, please! (to Buffy) I don't mean to interrupt your downward mobility, but I just wanted to tell you that you won't be meeting Coach Foster, the woman with the chest hair, because gym was canceled due to the *extreme* dead guy in the locker.
Buffy: What?
Willow: What are you talking about?
Cordelia: Some guy was stuffed in Aura's locker!
Buffy: Dead.
Cordelia: Totally dead. Way dead.
Xander: It's not just a little dead, then?
Cordelia: Don't you have an elsewhere to be?
Jesse: Y'know, if you need a shoulder to cry on, or just to nibble on...
Buffy: How did he die?
Cordelia: I don't know.
Buffy: Well, were there any marks?
Cordelia: Morbid much! I didn't ask!
Buffy: Um, I gotta book. I'll, I'll see you guys later.
Cordelia: What's her deal?

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, ooo?
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. (turns away to go)
Giles: Is he, w-will he... rise again?
Buffy: (turns back) Who?
Giles: The boy.
Buffy: No. He's just dead.
Giles: Can you be sure?
Buffy: 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: Oh, why can't you people just leave me alone?
Giles: Because you are the Slayer. Into each generation a Slayer is born, one girl in all the world, a Chosen One, one born with the strength and skill to hunt the vampires...
Buffy: (interrupts and joins in) ...with the strength and skill to hunt the vampires, to stop the spread of their evil blah, blah, blah... I've heard it, okay?
Giles: I really don't understand this attitude. You, you've accepted your duty, you, you've 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 two hours on the freeway from Neiman Marcus?
Giles: Dig a bit in the history of this place. You'll find a, a steady stream of fairly odd occurrences. Now, I believe this whole area is a center of mystical energy, that things gravitate towards it that, 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: Ah, w-w-w-yes.
Buffy: Did you get the free phone?
Giles: Um, the calendar.
Buffy: Cool! But, okay, first of all, I'm a Vampire Slayer. And secondly, I'm retired. Hey, I know! Why don't you kill 'em?
Giles: I-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, a Slayer slays, 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. (she leaves)
Giles: (to himself) Damn! (runs after her)
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: (holds up outfit to mirror) Hi! I'm an enormous slut! (holds up a blue floral dress) Hello! Would you like a copy of 'The Watchtower'? (lowers the dress) I used to be so good at this
Joyce: Hi, hon.
Buffy: Hey!
Joyce: Are you, uh, going out tonight?
Buffy: Yeah, I'm going to a club.
Joyce: Oh. Will there be boys there?
Buffy: No, Mom. It's a nun club.
Joyce: Well, just be careful.
Buffy: I will.
Joyce: You know, I think we can make it work here. I've got my positive energy flowing... I'm gonna get the Gallery on its feet... Oh, uh, we may have found a space today.
Buffy: That's great.
Joyce: Oh, and that school is a, a very nurturing environment, which is just what you need.
Buffy: Well, actually...
Joyce: Oh, not too nurturing. I know, you're sixteen, I've read all about the dangers of over-nurturing. It's hard. New town and everything... It is for me, too. I'm trying to make it work. I'm *going* to make it work.
Buffy: I know.
Joyce: Oh, you're a good girl, Buffy, you just fell in with the wrong crowd. But that is all behind us now.
Buffy: It is. From now on I am only going to hang out with the living. I mean, lively. People.
Joyce: Hmm. Okay. You have fun.

Angel: Ah, heh. Is there a problem, ma'am?
Buffy: Yeah, there's a problem. Why are you following me?
Angel: I know what you're thinking. Don't worry, I don't bite. Truth is, I thought you'd be taller, or bigger muscles and all that. You're pretty spry, though.
Buffy: What do you want?
Angel: The same thing you do.
Buffy: Okay. What do I want?
Angel: To kill them. To kill them all.
Buffy: Sorry, that's incorrect. But you do get this lovely watch and a year's supply of Turtle Wax. What I want is to be left alone!
(She starts a determined walk away.)
Angel: Do you really think that's an option anymore? You're standing at the Mouth of Hell. And it's about to open. Don't turn your back on this. (tosses her a box) You've gotta be ready.
Buffy: What for?
Angel: For the Harvest.
Buffy: Who are you?
Angel: Let's just say... I'm a friend.
Buffy: Yeah, well, maybe I don't want a friend.
Angel: I didn't say I was yours.
(He leaves. Buffy stares after him for a moment, then opens the box. It contains a silver cross and chain.)

Buffy: Hey!
Willow: Oh, hi! Hi!
Buffy: Oh, you're here with someone?
Willow: No, I'm just here. I thought Xander was gonna 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-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 wanna 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 gonna laugh at you. Seize the moment, 'cause tomorrow you might be dead.
Willow: Oh, that's nice!
(Buffy looks up and sees Giles on the upper level.)
Buffy: Um, I'll be back in a minute.
Willow: Oh, tha-that's okay, you don't have to come back.
Buffy: (smiles) I'll be back in a minute.
Willow: (to herself) Seize the moment.

Buffy: So, you like to party with the students. Isn't that kinda skanky?
Giles: Oh, right, this is me having fun. Watching... clown hair prance about is hardly my idea of a party. I'd much rather be at home with a cup of Bovril and a good book.
Buffy: You need a personality, stat!
Giles: This is a perfect breeding ground for vampire activity. It's dark, it's crowded... Besides, I knew you were likely to show up, and I have to make you understand...
Buffy: ...that the Harvest is coming. I know, your friend told me.
Giles: What did you say?
Buffy: The Harvest. That mean something to you? 'Cause I'm drawing a blank.
Giles: I'm not sure. Uh... W-who told you this?
Buffy: This... guy. Dark, gorgeous in an annoying sort of way. I figured you two were buds.
Giles: No. The Harvest. Did he say anything else?
Buffy: Something about the Mouth of Hell. I *really* didn't like him!
Giles: Look at them, throwing themselves about, completely unaware of the danger that surrounds them.
Buffy: Lucky them.
Giles: Or perhaps you're right. Perhaps there is no trouble coming, the signs could be wrong. It's not as though you've been having the nightmares.

Cordelia: My mom doesn't even *get* out of bed anymore. And the doctor says it's Epstein-Barr. I'm like, pleeease! It's chronic hepatitis, or at least chronic fatigue syndrome. I mean, *nobody* cool has Epstein- Barr anymore.
Jesse: Hey, Cordelia!
Cordelia: Oh, yay, it's my stalker.
Jesse: Hey, you, uh, you look great!
Cordelia: Well, I'm glad we had this little chat.
Jesse: Listen, uh, you know, you wanna dance, you know?
Cordelia: With you?
Jesse: Well, uh, yeah.
Cordelia: Well, uh, no! C'mon, guys.
(She and her friends leave.)
Jesse: Fine! Plenty of other fish in the sea. Oh, yeah, I'm... on the prowl. Witness me prowling!

Buffy: I didn't say I'd never slay another vampire. It's not like I have all these fluffy bunny feelings for them, I'm just not gonna get way extracurricular with it. You know, if I see one, sure I'll...
Giles: (interrupting) Will you be ready? There's so much you don't know about them, about your own powers. A vampire appears to be completely normal until the feed is upon them, only then do they reveal their true demonic visage.
Buffy: You're like a textbook with arms, I know this.
Giles: The point is, a Slayer should be able to see them anyway. Without looking, without thinking. Can you tell me if there's a vampire in this building?
Buffy: Maybe...
Giles:v You should know. Even through this mass and this... din, you should be able to sense them. Well, try! Reach out with your mind. You have to hone your senses, focus until the energy washes over you, until you, you feel every particle o-of...
Buffy: There's one.
Giles: W-where?
Buffy: Right there, talking to that girl.
Giles: You don't know...
Buffy: Oh, please! Look at his jacket. He's got the sleeves rolled up, and the shirt! Deal with that outfit for a moment.
Giles: It's dated?
Buffy: It's carbon dated. Trust me, only someone living underground for ten years would think that was still the look.
Giles: But you didn't... hone.
Buffy: Oh, no.
Giles: Isn't that...
Buffy: Willow.
Giles: What's she doing?
Buffy: Seizing the moment!