Giles
It may be that we are all that stands between the Earth and utter destruction.
Well, I gotta look on the bright side. Maybe I can still get kicked out of school.
Oh, yeah, that's a plan. Cause lots of schools aren't on Hellmouths.
Maybe you could blow something up. They're really strict about that.
I was thinking of a more subtle approach, ya know, like excessive not studying.
Giles
[to himself as the others are walking away] The Earth is doomed.
Giles
This is madness. What could you have been thinking? You are the Slayer. Lives depend upon you. I make allowances for your youth, but I expect a certain amount of responsibility, instead of which you enslave yourself to this-this... cult.
[we see Buffy is wearing a cheerleading outfit]
You don't like the color?
Giles
This is madness. What could you have been thinking? You are the Slayer. Lives depend upon you. I make allowances for your youth, but I expect a certain amount of responsibility, instead of which you enslave yourself to this-this... cult?
[Buffy is wearing a cheerleading outfit]
You don’t like the color?
Giles
I don't... Do you, um... do you ignore everything I say, as-as a rule?
No. I believe that's your trick. I told you, I'm trying out for the cheerleading squad.
Giles
You have a sacred birthright, Buffy. You were chosen to destroy vampires, not to... wave pom poms at people. And as the Watcher, I forbid it.
And you'll be stopping me how?
Giles
Well, I... By appealing to your common sense, if such a creature exists.
I will still have time to fight the forces of evil, okay? I just... want to have a life. I want to do something normal. Something safe.
Buffy has a really important date.
Giles
All right, I-I'll just jump in my time machine, go back to the twelfth century and ask the vampires to postpone their ancient prophecy for a few days while you take in dinner and a show.
Okay, at this point you're abusing sarcasm.
Giles
Xander's taken to teasing the less fortunate?
Giles
And, there's been a noticeable change in both clothing and demeanor?
Giles
And, well, otherwise all his spare time is spent lounging about with imbeciles.
Giles
It's devastating. He's turned into a sixteen-year-old boy. Of course you'll have to kill him.
I heard the vice principal's taking over until they can find a replacement.
Well, it shouldn't be too hard to find a new principal. Unless they ask what happened to the last one.
Okay, but I had nothing to do with that, right?
I ate a pig? It was he cooked and called bacon or... oh, my God, I ate a pig? I mean, the whole trichinosis issue aside, yuck.
Well, it wasn't really you.
Well, I remember going on the field trip, and then going down to the hyena house. And next thing, some guy's holding Willow, and he's got a knife.
Hey, nobody messes with my Willow.
This is definitely the superior Xander. Accept no substitutes.
I didn't do anything else, did I? Around you guys? Anything embarrassing?
Come on, we're gonna be late.
Cool. Oh, hey? Going vegetarian, huh?
Giles
I've been reading up on my, uh, animal possession, and I cannot find anything anywhere about... memory loss afterwards.
(chuckles) Did you tell them that?
Giles
Your secret dies with me.
Shoot me, stuff me, mount me.
Are we over-reacting? He's in a computer, what can he do?
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.
Access launch codes for our nuclear missiles.
Giles
Destroy the world's economy.
I think I pretty much capped it with that nuclear missile thing.
Giles
Right, yours was best.
Honestly, what is it about them that bothers you so much?
Giles
The smell.
Computers don't smell, Rupert.
Giles
I know. Smell is the most powerful trigger to the memory there is. A certain flower, or a a whiff of smoke can bring up experiences long forgotten. Books smell musty and-and-and rich. The knowledge gained from a computer is a - it, uh, it has no no texture, no-no context. It's-it's there and then it's gone. If it's to last, then-then the getting of knowledge should be, uh, tangible, it should be, um, smelly.
Giles
Oh, I, uh, I haven't gone through the new arrivals. Uh, put it in-in that pile.
Oh. Thanks, Dave. Willow pile.
Giles
Uh, uh, when I've examined it, you can, uh, uh, skim it.
Scan it. Rupert, that's "scan it."
Giles
Of course.
Oh, I know our ways are strange to you, but soon you will join us in the 20th century, with three whole years to spare.
Giles
Ms. Calendar, I'm sure your computer science class is fascinating, but I happen to believe that one can survive in modern society without being a slave to the, um, idiot box.
That's TV. The idiot box is TV. This is the good box.
Giles
Well, I still prefer a good book.
FFritz
The printed page is obsolete. Information isn't bound up anymore. It's an entity. The only reality is virtual. If you're not jacked in, you're not alive.
Thank you, Fritz, for making us all sound like crazy people. Fritz-Fritz comes on a little strong, but he does have a point. You know, for the last two years, more e-mail was sent than regular mail.
Giles
Hmm.
More digitized information went across phone lines than conversations.
Giles
Yeah, well, that is a fact that I regard with genuine horror.
I'll bet it is. All right, guys, let's wrap it up for today.
I've just got a few more. I'll hang for a bit.
Xander, you want to stay and help me?
[chuckles] Are you kidding?
Yes. It was a joke I made up.
[chuckles] Willow, I love you, but bye.
Giles
I-I'm just going to stay and clean up a little. I'll, uh, I'll be back in the Middle Ages.