(Summers house, dinner.)

JOYCE: So you're a Slayer, too. Isn't that interesting! Do you like it?

FAITH: God, I love it!

BUFFY: Uh, Mom?

JOYCE: Uh, just a second, honey. You know, Buffy never talks that way. Why do you love it?

FAITH: Well, when I'm fighting, it's like the whole world goes away and I only know one thing: that I'm gonna win and they're gonna lose. I like that feelin'.

BUFFY: Well, sure. Beats that dead feeling you get when they win and you lose.

FAITH: I don't let that kind of negative thinking in.

JOYCE: Right. Right. That could get you hurt. Buffy can be awfully negative sometimes. See, honey, you gotta fight that.

BUFFY: I'm working on it.

JOYCE: Oh, Faith, can I get you another soft drink?

FAITH: Oh, you bet.

JOYCE: Right.

(she goes into the kitchen)

FAITH: She's really cool, huh?

BUFFY: Best mom ever. Excuse me.

(Buffy follows her mother into the kitchen)

JOYCE: I like this girl, Buffy.

BUFFY: She's very personable. She gets along with my friends, my Watcher, my mom. Look, now she's getting along with my fries.

JOYCE: Now, Buffy...

BUFFY: Plus, at school today, she was making eyes at my not-boyfriend. This is creepy.

JOYCE: Does anybody else think Faith is creepy?

BUFFY: (pouts) No, but I'm the one getting single-white-femaled here.

JOYCE: It's probably good you were an only child.

BUFFY: Mom, I'm just getting my life back. I'm not looking to go halfsies on it.

JOYCE: Well, there are some things I'd be happy to see you share. Like the slaying. I mean, two of you fighting is safer than one, right?

BUFFY: I guess.

JOYCE: Unless, I mean, you heard her. She *loves* the slaying. Couldn't she take over for you?

BUFFY: Mom, no one can take over for me.

JOYCE: But you're going to college next year. I think it would be...

BUFFY: Mom, the only way you get a new Slayer is when the old Slayer dies.

JOYCE: Then that means you... (upset) When did you die? You never told me you died!

BUFFY: No, i-it was just for a few minutes.

JOYCE: Oh, I hate this. I hate your life.

BUFFY: Mom, I...

JOYCE: Look, I-I know you didn't choose this, I know it chose you. I have tried to march in the 'Slayer Pride' parade, but... I don't want you to die.

BUFFY: I'm not gonna die. I know how to do my job. Besides, like you said, I've got help now. I've got all the help I can stand.

• Buffy & her mom
• Faith vs/& Buffy

written by: David Greenwalt; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/37faithhopetrick.html