FAITH: What cha doin'?

WILLOW: I'm trying to access the Mayor's personal files.

FAITH: (surprised) Can you do that?

WILLOW: Well, he's got some tricky barriers set up.

FAITH: (warily) Can you get past 'em?

WILLOW: (stubbornly) Eventually I'll get through.

Cut to a spacious new studio apartment.

MAYOR: (musingly) That's very interesting.

FAITH: Yeah, I thought so, too. Are you serious about this place?

MAYOR: Of course I am. No Slayer of *mine* is gonna live in a fleabag hotel. That place has a very unsavory reputation. There are immoral liaisons going on there.

FAITH: Yeah, plus all the screwing. This place is the kick!

MAYOR: We'll keep your old place, in case you need to see your friends there, but from now on...

Faith jumps up on the bed and bounces.

MAYOR: (appalled) Oh, hey, hey, hey! Shoes! Shoes!

FAITH: (smiling sultrily) Thanks, Sugar Daddy.

MAYOR: (admonishingly) Now, Faith, I don't find that sort of thing amusing. I'm a family man. (briskly) Now, let's kill your little friend.

Faith gives him an uneasy look.

MAYOR: (reassuringly) Don't worry. I wouldn't ask you to do it. Not this early in the relationship. Besides, I think a vampire attack would be less suspicious anyway. In the meantime, let's take a look at the rest of the apartment, huh? If I'm not mistaken, some lucky girl has herself a PlayStation.

FAITH: (grins broadly) No way.

MAYOR: (grins back proudly) Yes way! (chuckles happily)

• Faith & the Mayor

written by: Joss Whedon; . Full transcript at:
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