GILES: Ho korias phanaytie toutay... tay nuktee. 'The Master shall rise...' Yes, yes, this is it! 'The Master shall rise, and the Slayer...' My God!

(...)

BUFFY: Morning! Wow. The damage looks fairly structural. Are we safe in here?

GILES: Buffy!

BUFFY: What? Do I have something on my face?

GILES: No! Uh, and, and yes, we're, we're safe. (indicates the stacks) Uh, but probably best not to go up there.

BUFFY: How're you doin' there, Giles? Get much sleep last night?

GILES: Um... I-I-I've been working.

BUFFY: Me, too. I went hunting last night, and it is awfully sweet of you to ask. It's getting hairy out there, Giles. I killed three vampires last night, and one of them was practically on school grounds.

GILES: Their numbers are increasing.

BUFFY: And they're getting cockier. Look, I'm not loving it. Last night was a pretty close call.

GILES: (distracted) Yes.

BUFFY: Giles, care? I'm putting my life on the line battling the undead. Look, I broke a nail, okay? I'm wearing a press-on. The least you could do is exhibit some casual interest. You could go, 'hmm'.

GILES: (still distracted) Hmm? Oh, sorry. Um, yes, I'm very glad that you're alright. Uh, I-I need to verify, um... I just can't really talk right now.

BUFFY: Fine. That's okay. I can't put it off any longer. I have to meet my terrible fate.

GILES: (turns around quickly) What?!

BUFFY: Biology.

• Slayerhood

written by: Joss Whedon; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/12prophecy.html