XANDER: Great. Perfect. You know what? You're not so big. One round of old-fashioned fisticuffs, you'd fold like a bitty baby. (rolls up sleeves) Okay, let's do it. And no poofing. Come on, puffy shirt. Pucker on up, cause you can kiss your pale ass-

DRACULA: Silence.

XANDER: Yes master. (Shakes head) No, that's not-

DRACULA: (lifts a hand) You will be my emissary, my eyes and ears in daylight.

XANDER: Your emissary?

DRACULA: Serve me well. You will be rewarded. I will make you an immortal. A child of darkness that feeds on life itself... on blood.

XANDER: (in Dracula's accent) "Blood"? Yes! Yes! I will serve you, your excellent spookiness. Or master. I'll just stick with master.

DRACULA: You are strange and off-putting. Go now.

(Xander nods, turns to go, turns back.)

XANDER: But master, how can I find-

(he sees Dracula is gone)

XANDER: Brilliant. What an exit! Guy's a genius!

(Giggles crazily and walks away)

written by: Marti Noxon; Transcribed by joan the english chick (pisces@englishchick.com). Full transcript at:
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