DAWN: Ow. Ow, ow! Ow. (sucks on her fingers)

WILLOW: Or you could do it the hard way.

DAWN: Spatulas are for wimps. I'm making peanut-butter-and-banana quesadillas. You want?

WILLOW: No thanks. I'm, uh, more in water mode.

DAWN: Ow. Ow. Ow. You sure? It's my own brand-new invention.

WILLOW: I'm sure. No, my ... tummy's feeling kinda rumbly.

DAWN: Your loss. Very delicious. Buffy called. She said she was going straight from the Magic Box to do some patrolling.

WILLOW: Oh, did she need help?

DAWN: No, she was just calling to check in. For like the tenth time today. I think she's feeling all Joan Crawford 'cause of the other night.

WILLOW: Yeah, about that, I'm ... I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have assumed Buffy would be here.

DAWN: Right. Assume would make you an ass out of me. Heh, um, or, uh, something. Anyway, please, it's cool. I mean, it's not like I even needed Tara to stay over. I'm so totally fine on my own. (anxiously) But, you are gonna be around tonight, right?

WILLOW: Right, totally! Uh, we can do something if you want. A movie maybe?

DAWN: Really? But I thought you weren't feeling so good.

WILLOW: Well ... nothing a little Dawnie time won't fix. If you feel like baggin' the peanut butter, I'll even buy you dinner.

DAWN: Thank god! Remind me never to invent that again. Yecch.

WILLOW: Great, this'll be great. I'll just grab the paper and see what's playing.

DAWN: I'll leave a note for Buffy on the refrigerator. That's the first place she goes after patrolling. She's such a pig after she kills things.

written by: Marti Noxon; by Joan the English Chick (pisces@englishchick.com). action descriptions shortened by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/110wrecked.html