BUFFY: A campaign is like a war. It's won or lost in the trenches. Holly, Michelle, and our real competition, Cordelia, all have big head starts. Speaking of big heads, if I had a watermelon as big as Cordelia's, I'd be rich... Waits for laugh... Okay, you're right. Making fun of the competition only makes me seem petty. Now, this is just like any other popularity contest. I've done this before. The only difference being this time, I'm not actually popular. Although, I'm not exactly unpopular. A lot of people came to my welcome home party.

WILLOW: But they were killed by zombies.

BUFFY: Good point. Okay, here's the plan. Willow, I need you to make a database. See who's for us, who's on the fence and where our real crisis areas are. Oz, you take the fringe: musicians, those not normally inclined to vote. Xander, what... Uh, Cordelia... Okay, look. I know this is a little awkward, but I don't see any reason why we all can't get along during this campaign time. I mean, we're... almost friends, and... we are all riding together in the limo.

CORDELIA: Yeah, great. Willow, how's that database coming?

WILLOW: Uh, it's... just about done.

CORDELIA: Xander?

XANDER: I got your new flyers.

CORDELIA: Let's get cracking.

XANDER: (to Buffy) She's my girlfriend.

WILLOW: It's just that... she needs it so much more than you do.

OZ: As Willow goes, so goes my nation.

CORDELIA: Thanks for what you said, Buffy. I think we're getting along great. Don't you?

written by: David Greenwalt; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
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