WILLIAM: Cecily? (She turns and sighs when she sees him.)

CECILY: Oh. Leave me alone.

WILLIAM: (re: other guests) Oh, they're vulgarians. They're not like you and I.

CECILY: You and I? I'm going to ask you a very personal question and I demand an honest answer. Do you understand?

(He nods.)

CECILY: Your poetry, it's... they're... not written about me, are they?

WILLIAM: They're about how I feel.

CECILY: Yes, but are they about me?

WILLIAM: Every syllable.

CECILY: Oh, God!

WILLIAM: Oh, I know... it's sudden and... please, if they're no good, they're only words but... the feeling behind them... I love you, Cecily.

CECILY: Please stop!

WILLIAM: I know I'm a bad poet but I'm a good man and all I ask is that... that you try to see me-

CECILY: I do see you. That's the problem. You're nothing to me, William. You're beneath me.

(she leaves William, heartbroken)

• Buffy & Spike
• historical flash backs

written by: Douglas Petrie; Transcribed by Joan the English Chick (pisces@englishchick.com).. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/85foolforlove.html