Gwendolyn: You wanted to see me, Mr. Giles?

GILES: Yes. I do apologize for bringing you in at this late hour.

Gwendolyn: Please. A good Watcher must be awake and alert at all hours.

GILES: Would you like some tea?

Gwendolyn: God, yes, please. I'm completely knackered. I spent the afternoon training with Faith. She doesn't lack for energy.

GILES: She's your first Slayer, I take it?

Gwendolyn: If you're questioning my qualifications...

GILES: No, I'm not. I, uh, have the utmost respect for your methods... in my own American way. I also have the glove. Oh, not actually on me, but, uh, I believe it's safe. It's in a mansion on Crawford Street. A-a-a friend of Buffy's is keeping it there.

Gwendolyn: Well. We must get to it. Immediately. Hide it before someone else finds it.

GILES: Or better still, destroy it.

Gwendolyn: Destroy it?

GILES: Yes, I-I... I didn't think it could be done either, but... It involves transforming fire into Living Flame and immolating the glove. I-i-it's complex, but, uh, I believe I have all the necessary materials.

Gwendolyn: Well, I must say, Mr. Giles... Good show. (knocks him out with a statue) Good show indeed.

written by: Douglas Petrie; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
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