XANDER: Boy, that Cordelia is a regular breath of vile air. What are you vixens up to?

WILLOW: Just sitting here, watching our barren lives pass us by. Oh, look, a cockroach. (stomps it)

XANDER: Whoa, well, let's stop this crazy whirligig of fun! I'm dizzy!

BUFFY: Alright, now I'm infecting those nearest and dear to me. I'm gonna call it a night.

WILLOW: Oh, don't go!

XANDER: Uh, yeah! It's early! We could, um, dance!

BUFFY: Rain check? Good night. (leaves)

written by: David Greenwalt; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/07angel.html