It was just too much to deal with. It was like nothing made sense anymore. The things that I thought I understood were gone. I just felt... so alone.
Was that the math or the verbal?
Well, if you scored low, then you can always take them again.
More SATs? Ugh. Was there really a point? I could die before I even apply to college.
Then it very possibly might not.
Well, let's just keep hope alive.
I say, your car seems to have had an adventure, doesn't it?
Uh, Buffy assures me that it happened battling evil, so I'm letting her pay for it on the installment plan.
Uh, hey, the way things were going, be glad that's the worst that happened. At least I got to the two of you before you actually did something.
Lagos is out of luck. I got the magic mitten thingy. What's with all the tragedy masks?
Better take a seat, Buffy.
We know Angel is alive. Xander saw you with him. It would appear that you've been hiding him and that you lied to us.
Nobody's here to blame you, Buffy. But this is serious. You need help.
Hope not, because I think you're harboring a vicious killer.
This isn't about attacking Buffy. Remember, "I" statements only. "I feel angry." "I feel worried."
Fine. Here's one. I feel worried. About me! Last time around, Angel barely laid a hand on Buffy. He was way more interested in killing her friends.
Better for how long, Buffy? I mean, did you even think about that?
What is this, demons anonymous? I don't need an intervention here.
Oh, don't you? You must've known it was wrong seeing Angel, or you wouldn't have hidden it from all of us.
I was going to tell you, I was. It was just that I... I didn't know why he came back. I-I just wanted to wait.
For what? For Angel to go psycho again the next time you give him a happy?
I'm not going to... We're not together like that.
But you were kissing him.
You were spying on me? What gives you the right?
What gives you the right to suck face with your demon lover again?
What, you just tripped and fell on his lips?
It was wrong, okay? I know that, and I know that it can't happen again. But you guys have to believe me. I would never put you in any danger. If I thought for second that Angel was gonna hurt anyone...
You would stop him. Like you did last time with Ms. Calendar.
Buffy, I feel that when it comes to Angel, you can't see straight. And that's why we're-we're all going to help you face this.
But he's better now, I swear. Look, you guys, he's the one that found the Glove of Myhnegon. He's keeping it safe for us in the mansion.
[about Angel] Right! Great plan. Leave tons of firepower with the scary guy, and leave us to clean up the mess.
[stops Xander from leaving] You would just love an excuse to hurt him, wouldn't you?
I don't need an excuse. I think lots of dead people actually constitutes a reason.
Right. This is all nobility. This has nothing to do with jealousy.
Hello? Miss Not-Over-Yourself-Yet?
Giles, no one's doing the "I" statements.
That's enough! Everybody. Now Buffy knows our concerns, and her actions, however ill-advised, can be understood. Our... priority right now is to retrieve the Glove of Myhnegon and try to destroy it. Now, all of you, back to your classes.
[they leave]
Thanks for the bail in there. I know this is a lot to absorb, but Angel did find the glove, and that was a good--
Be quiet. I won't remind you that the fate of the world often lies with the Slayer. What would be the point? Nor shall I remind you that you've jeopardized the lives of all that you hold dear by harboring a known murderer. But sadly, I must remind you that Angel tortured me... for hours... for pleasure. You should have told me he was alive. You didn't. You have no respect for me, or the job I perform.
So there's no more glove thing-y?
No. Little living flame, little mesquite, gone for good.
Sounds like we missed a lot of fun.
Then we're telling it wrong.
What do you think Buffy and Angel are gonna do?
Well, he saved me from a horrible flamey death. That sort of makes me like him again.
Well, as long as she and Angel don't get pelvic, we'll be okay, I guess.
What are you guys talking about?
Oddly enough, your boyfriend. Again.
He's not my boyfriend. Really, truly, he's... I don't know. Are we cool?
Yeah. Just seeing the two of you kissing after everything that happened, I leaned toward the postal. But I trust you.
I don't, just for the record.
Let me guess. Gwendolyn Post, not a Watcher?
Yes, she was. She was, uh, kicked out by the Council a couple of years ago for misuses of Dark Power. They swear there was a memo.
Well, I better go. Little more damage control.
[sighs] The whole Angel thing is so weird.
Yes, well, we'll have to see how that unfolds, won't we?
Hey. The place looks nice.
I'll interpret that as good. Look, Gwendolyn Post, or whoever she may be, had us all fooled, even Giles.
Yeah, well, you can trust people. I should've learned that by now.
I realize this is gonna sound funny coming from someone that just spent a lot of time kicking your face... but you can trust me.
I know I kept secrets, but I didn't have a choice. I'm on your side.
I'm on my side, and that's enough.
All right. Well, then, I'll see you. Uh, Buffy?
She wouldn't even kill me. She just left. She didn't even care enough to cut off my head or set me on fire. I mean, is that too much to ask? You know? Some little sign that she cared? It was that truce with Buffy that did it. Dru said I'd gone soft. Wasn't demon enough for the likes of her. And I told her it didn't mean anything, I was thinking of her the whole time, but she didn't care. So, we got to Brazil, and she was... she was just different. I gave her everything: beautiful jewels, beautiful dresses with beautiful girls in them, but nothing made her happy. And she would fliiirt! I caught her on a park bench, making out with a Chaos demon! Have you ever seen a Chaos demon? They're all slime and antlers. They're disgusting... She only did it to hurt me. So I said, "I'm not putting up with this anymore." And she said, "Fine!" And I said, "Yeah, I've got an unlife, you know!" And then she said... she said we could still be friends. [leans over and sobs on Willow's shoulder.] God, I'm so unhappy!
[tentatively pats his knee.] There, there.
The last time I looked in on you two, you were fighting to the death. Now you're back to making googly-eyes at each other like nothing happened. Makes me want to heave.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Oh, yeah, you're just friends.
You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love 'til it kills you both. You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other 'til it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends. Love isn't brains, children, it's blood -- blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it.
Oh, sod the spell. Your friends are at the factory. [Buffy looks at Angel, he shrugs] I'm really glad I came here, you know. I've been all wrong-headed about this: weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else. I want Dru back, I've just gotta be the man that I was - the man she loved. I'm gonna do what I shoulda done in the first place: I'll find her - wherever she is - tie her up, torture her, 'til she likes me again. [grins happily, makes to leave. Turns, whimsical.] Love's a funny thing.
This is a nightmare. This is... my world is spinning.
It's not that bad, Willow, really.
740? Verbal? I'm-I'm pathetic! Illiterate! I'm Cletus the Slack-Jawed Yokel.
That's right. And the fact that your 740 verbal closely resembles my combined scores in no way compromises your position as the village idiot.
I just... where did I go wrong?
You did amazing, Willow. As usual.
Cordelia! Willow is very sad about her academic failure. How did you do? This is not good.
Well, I'm just worried it may hurt my standing as campus stud when people find out I'm dating a brain.
Please. I have some experience in covering these things up.
Well, I can see why you'd be upset. That was my sarcastic voice.
You know, it sounds a lot like your regular voice.
I've been told that. But we should celebrate, do something.
A double date! It could have potential.
Buffy! Hey, did you get your S.A.T. Scores?
By the look on your face, I'm guessing you and I are going to be manning the drive-through window side by side.
They're just test scores, right? What do they really mean, anyway?
1430! Buffy, you kicked ass! Okay, so academic achievement gets me a little excited.
Yeah. With scores like that, you can apply pretty much anywhere you want.
Buffy, this could, like, change your whole future.
The though had occurred to me.
I don't know. I guess... my future. I never really thought about it. I wasn't even sure I was going to have one.
Well, I think this is great. Now you can leave and never come back! Well, I mean that in a possible way. Get out of Sunnydale. That's a good thing. What kind of moron would ever want to come back here?
