(Faith checks out Buffy's outfit and body in a mirror in Joyce's room)

FAITH: Not too bad.

(she opens a drawer and finds a wallet.)

FAITH: Score.

(Faith is sitting on the bed, holding a credit card. and is on the phone.)

FAITH: 6-4-4-7. Uh, expiration, 5-0-1. Unh huh. Yeah. 10 a.m.'s your earliest flight? I'll take it.

(Joyce enters.)

JOYCE: What are you doing?

BUFFY: Oh, just getting my mail.

JOYCE: Oh. Um, that was, um, Giles on the other line. He wanted you to meet your friends there. Said he had news.

FAITH: Yeah. I got some time to kill. I'll go see the gang. All my friends. (snatches up a lipstick) You don't mind if I steal this, right?

JOYCE: Is that the Harlot?

FAITH: Yeah.

JOYCE: That's the same one Faith picked.

FAITH: (tossing her the lipstick) Burn it.

written by: Joss Whedon; Transcribed by *Joseph B*. Full transcript at:
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