XANDER: Hello, nasty. Less than two minutes. Dumb guy. Little bomb. How hard can it be?

Jack: And it just got harder.

XANDER: I'm not leaving till that thing's disarmed.

Jack: Then I guess you're not leaving. I'm gonna carve you up and serve you with gravy. You piss me off, boy. Now you pay the price. First the eyes, then the tongue. I'm gonna break every one of your fingers.

XANDER: You gonna do all that in forty-nine seconds? I know what you're thinkin'. Can I get by him? Get up the stairs, out of the building, seconds ticking away... I don't love your chances.

Jack: Then you'll die, too.

XANDER: Yeah, looks like. So I guess the question really is... who has less fear?

Jack: I'm not afraid to die. I'm already dead.

XANDER: Yeah, but this is different. Being blowed up isn't walking around and drinking with your buddies dead. It's little bits being swept up by a janitor dead, and I don't think you're ready for that.

Jack: Are you?

XANDER: I like the quiet.

(cut to later, Jack defuses the bomb)

XANDER: Good boy. I don't think I wanna be seeing you on campus anymore, Jack.

Jack: I'm not going anywhere, Harris. The first time you turn your back...

(Oz-wolf jumps him)

written by: Dan Vebber; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/47zeppo.html