XANDER:(re Owen) Ooo, look at Mr. Excitement.

BUFFY: Owen! He's all alone! Maybe somebody should sit with him.

WILLOW: Mm, just to be polite! (Buffy gets up) Good luck!

XANDER: (to Willow) Okay, what just happened?

(Buffy walks over to Owen's table. Cordelia is coming over, too, from another direction.)

CORDELIA: Look, an empty seat! (bumps Buffy)

BUFFY: (spills her tray) Ooo! Ew...

Owen: Let me get that.

BUFFY: Thanks! Boy! Cordelia's hips are wider than I thought!

CORDELIA: Eh-heh!

Owen: At least you don't have to eat your Soylent Green.

CORDELIA: (trying to get attention) Owen, a bunch of us are loitering at the Bronze tonight. You there?

Owen: Who's all going?

CORDELIA: Well, um, I'm gonna be there.

Owen: Who else?

CORDELIA: You mean besides me?

Owen: Buffy, what about you?

BUFFY: What?

CORDELIA: No, no, no! She, uh, she doesn't like fun.

Owen: (to Buffy) How 'bout we meet there at eight?

BUFFY: (smiles) Yeah! Eight! There!

written by: Rob Des Hotel & Dean Batali; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/05never.html