JOYCE: Look what I found. It's my yearbook from junior year. Oh, look! There I am.

BUFFY: Mom, I've accepted that you've had sex. I am not ready to know that you had Farrah hair.

JOYCE: This is Gidget hair. Don't they teach you anything in history?

BUFFY: Well, it's really cool, but I gotta book.

JOYCE: Well, I was thinking. I know the cheerleading thing didn't work out... Maybe you should think about joining the yearbook staff. I did, it was a lot of fun.

BUFFY: Not really my tip, mom.

JOYCE: I was, uh, photo editor. I got to be on every page, made me look much more popular than I was.

BUFFY: And have you seen the kids that do yearbook? Nerds pick on them.

JOYCE: (insulted) Some of the best times I had in school were working on the yearbook!

BUFFY: Oh, this just in: I'm not you! I'm into my own thing.

JOYCE: Your own thing, whatever it is, got you kicked out of school, and we had to move here to find a decent school that would take you! (Buffy is hurt. She takes her bag and starts to go) Honey, uhhh... (Buffy leaves) (disgusted with herself) Uhhh! Great parenting form! Little shaky on the dismount.

• Buffy & her mom

written by: Dana Reston; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/03witch.html