Robin Wood... DB
Drusilla... Juliet Landau.
Summary:
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Spike wants to know who did principal Wood's decorating.
Giles is not in Buffy's good graces.
Fritz: The only reality is virtual. If you're not jacked in, you're not alive.
Willow: Why does everything have to be about looks?
Ms. Calendar: You're here again? Kids really dig the library, don't cha?
Giles: Well, it's been so nice talking to you.
Buffy (after nearly getting electrocuted): Tell me the truth, how's my hair?
Xander: Are we overreacting? He's in a computer! What can he do?
Willow: I'm sorry, guys. I'm just thinking about...
Ms. Calendar: Thank you, Fritz, for making us all sound like crazy people.
Buffy: Not everything, but some stuff is. I mean, what if you guys get really, really intense and then you find out that he... has... a hairy back?
Willow: Well, no! Uh, he doesn't talk like somebody who would have a hairy back.
Buffy: We're literary!
Xander: To read makes our speaking English good.
Ms. Calendar: We were fighting.
Giles: Must do it again sometime, yes... Bye now.
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: Right. Yours was best.
Buffy: Malcolm?
Willow: Malcolm... Moloch... Whatever he's called. The one boy that really liked me and he's a demon robot. What does that say about me?
Buffy: 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 since I moved here, turned out to be a vampire.
Xander: Yeah, and the teacher I had a crush on. Giant praying mantis.
Willow: That's true.
Xander: That's life on the Hellmouth.
Buffy: Let's face it. None of us is ever gonna have a happy, normal relationship.
Xander: We're doomed.
Willow: Yeah.
(Everybody laughs till the realization starts to sink in)
