(A battered Buffy enters her dorm room. There's a knock at the door)

BUFFY: Angel.

ANGEL: Hi. Can I come in?

BUFFY: (softly) I guess.

ANGEL: Uh, I need a little more than that.

BUFFY: Oh. Um . . . come in.

(He walks inside past her and she closes the door. He turns to face her and she takes notice of the blood on his temple and his split bottom lip. )

BUFFY: (stoic) You're hurt.

ANGEL: You too.

BUFFY: I'll live. You want to tell me who ran your face into that doorknob?

ANGEL: Not really. It's not world-in-peril stuff.

BUFFY: Let me guess. (a touch of venom) You thought of something else really hurtful to say and, well, you couldn't tell me on the phone because the funniest part is that look on my face--

ANGEL: Buffy, please. I really don't have a lot of time.

• Angsty Traumatic Confrontations
• Buffy & Angel

written by: Douglas Petrie; Transcribed by Joseph B. Full transcript at:
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