Boy: You don't do that to me! I waited for you at the Bronze all night!

CORDELIA: And the big deal is?

Boy: You made me look like some kind of dork in front of my posse!

He grabs her arm. Cordelia is offended, and slaps his arm away.

CORDELIA: First of all, 'posse'? Passe'! Second of all, anyone with a teaspoon of brains knows not to take my flirting seriously. Especially with my extenuating circumstances.

Boy: (confused) What circumstances?

CORDELIA: Rebound! Look it up!

She tries to leave, but he grabs her by both shoulders and pushes her against a tree.

Boy: Hey! I'm not through here.

Buffy immediately moves in and grabs the boy's arm.

BUFFY: Oh, I beg to differ.

She tries to yank at it, but finds she has absolutely no strength. He scoffs at her and nudges her away rather hard. Buffy falls backward, stumbling onto a bench and rolls off onto the ground. Cordelia is incensed, and shoves him away from her.

CORDELIA: What is wrong with you?

Boy: Ow.

She starts pounding him in the chest with girlie punches. He quickly backs away, but Cordelia keeps up with him and won't let up.

Boy: God, the chick started it!

WILLOW: (very concerned) Are you okay?

written by: David Fury; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/46helpless.html