(Summers house)

GILES: Dear god, Buffy, there's only so much I can take. We're going to have to change the system. A fourteen-year-old's too old to be babysat, and it's not fair on her.

BUFFY: What'd she make you do?

GILES: Um, well, we listened to aggressively cheerful music sung by people chosen for their ability to dance ... then we ate cookie dough and talked about boys.

BUFFY: (laughs) I'm sorry. I'm very very sorry, but if it makes you feel any better, my "fun time Buffy party night" involved watching a robot throw Spike through a window, so if you wanna trade... (pauses) No ... wait ... I wouldn't give that memory up for anything.

GILES: A robot? Sounds interesting.

BUFFY: We're gonna work on it in the morning. I mean, unless you wanna stay for a while, and then you and I could-

JOYCE: Who wants to hear everything?

BUFFY: ...listen to my mom talk about boys.

GILES: (quickly) Right, must go. See you tomorrow. Bye Joyce.

JOYCE: Bye Rupert.

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written by: Jane Espenson; transcribed by Joan the English Chick (pisces@englishchick.com).. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/93iwasmadetoloveyou.html