XANDER: All I'm saying is, it's a stupid idea to have a victory party at the beach. It's officially nippy. So say my nips.

WILLOW: I think it's festive. A party with nature.

CORDELIA: Well, it's the team's choice. It was their victory.

XANDER: Team? Swim team. Hardly what I'd call a team. The Yankees. Abbott and Costello. The 'A'. Now, those were teams.

CORDELIA: Jealous?

XANDER: No. Y-yes, but 'no' more than 'yes'. I mean, look at that. Dodd McAlvy. Last month he's the freak with Jicama breath who waxes his back. He wins a few meets and suddenly inherits the cool gene?

CORDELIA: Well, all I know is, my cheerleading squad wasted a lot of pep on losers. It's about time our school excelled at something.

WILLOW: Hmm. You're forgetting our high mortality rate.

XANDER: (pumps his fist) We're number one! (looks around) Huh?

written by: David Fury & Elin Hampton; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
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