Buffy: You run?
Giles: And jump. And bend. And occasionally, frolic.
Buffy: Okay, and uh, what's with the motorbike and scooter magazine?
Giles: Congratulations, you've found me out. I'm a mod jogger.
Buffy: Okay, you're not having one of those mid-life things, are you? Cause I'm still going "ick" from the last time you tried to recapture your youth.
Willow: Okay, so that was the evil twin, right? 'Cause she was bordering on Cordelia-esque.
Buffy: So then Kathy's like, "It's share time." And I'm like, "Oh yeah? Share this!"
Oz: So either you hit her or you did your wacky mime routine for her.
Buffy: Well, I didn't do either actually. But she deserves it, don't you think?
Oz: Nobody deserves a mime, Buffy.
Buffy: Hmm, Kathy does. She deserves to be locked in an invisible box and blown away by an imaginary wind and... and...
Oz: Forced to wear a binding unitard?
Oz: Just a... just a thought, Buffy, but do you think all this ranting is scaring away potential demons?
Buffy: You're right. Oh! She's even affecting my work, now. She's the Titanic. She's a crawling black cancer. (She kicks a bench, breaking it) She's... other really bad things.
Oz: On the plus side you've killed the bench, which was looking shifty.
Buffy: What are you guys doing? This is... this is ridiculous.
Xander: Buffy, this hurts me more than it hurts you.
Buffy: Not yet, but it will.
Xander: Don't say that. Oh, PLEASE don't say that.
Giles: We're doing this to stop you from making a terrible mistake. Clearly something is amiss.
Buffy: Yeah, something's amiss here, a Miss Kathy Newman. Giles, Giles look in my bag. Look in the bottom pocket of my bag. She has parts that can grow after they're detached. She irons her jeans. She's evil. She has to be destroyed.
Giles: I fear the demon that Buffy met in the woods has somehow possessed her.
Buffy: Lite FM. Love songs. Nothing but love songs.
Xander: You think?