Maybe she should still reconsider that singing career...

Written by: Dean Batali & Rob Des Hotel. Joyce... Kristine Sutherland. Principal Snyder... Armin Shimerman Summary: Sunnydale High is having a talent contest and after getting a new principal from Snyder, Giles is forced to be in charge of it. But since it's Sunnydale, a body is found with the heart removed and Buffy suspects a demon is behind it even though the way the murder was commited points towards human. A fellow talent show contestant's dummy starts to raise suspicions.

Xander's got a new friend. Puppets give Buffy the wigs and now she has a story for it. Giles should be careful where he sticks his head. A Greek tragedy in Sunnydale.

Quotes: Buffy: The school talent show. How ever did you finagle such a primo assignment? Giles: Our new Führer, Mr. Snyder. Willow: I think they call them principals now. Giles: Hmm. 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 uh, he would have none of it. Buffy: Giles, to every generation is born one who must run the annual talentless show. You cannot escape your destiny. Giles: If you had any shred of decency, you would have participated or at least, um, helped. Buffy: Nah! I think I'll take on your traditional role... and watch. Xander: And mock. Willow: And laugh. Buffy: Ewww, dummy! Xander: Yow! Mime! Willow: I think dummies are cute. You don't? Buffy: U-uhh. They give me the wig. Ever since I was little. Willow: What happened? Buffy: I saw a dummy. It gave me the wig. There really wasn't a story there. Xander: I can't do this! Buffy: Xander, come on. Xander: I-I can't! I have my pride! Okay, I don't have a lot of my pride but I have enough so that I can't do this! Xander: But we have talent. We can do stuff. Buffy uh... Buffy: What am I gonna do? Slay vampires on stage? Willow: Maybe in a funny way! Buffy: Okay, Morgan. We get the joke. Horny dummy, ha, Ha, it's very funny but you might wanna consider getting some new schtick. Unless you want your prop ending up as a Duraflame log. Snyder: Kids today need discipline. That's an unpopular word these days, discipline. I know Principal Flutie would have said, "Kids need understanding. Kids are human beings." That's the kind of woolly-headed, liberal thinking that leads to being eaten. Snyder: Kids. I don't like them. Giles: I'd like to think you're right. A demon is a creature of evil, pure and very simple. A person driven to kill is... is um, it's more complex. Willow: The creep factor is also heightened. It could be anyone. It could be me! (everyone looks at her) It's not, though. Cordelia: It's just such a tragedy for me. Emma was like, my best friend. Xander: Emily. Cordelia: All I can think is, it could've been me! Xander: We can dream. Xander: Okay, next time we split up someone else is on Cordy detail. Five more minutes with her and we woulda had another organ donor. Cordelia: Uhhh, what? Giles: Oh! I'm sorry. Umm, your hair... Cordelia: There's something wrong with my hair? Oh God! Giles (to himself): Xander was right. It worked like a charm. Cordelia: I-I can't go out there. All those people staring at me and judging me like I'm some kind of... Buffy! What if I mess up? Giles: Cordelia, there, there-there's, uh, an adage, uh, that, if you're feeling nervous then, uh, you should imagine the entire audience are in their underwear. Cordelia: Eww! Even Mrs. Franklin? Giles: Perhaps not.