(kitchen)

JOYCE: I've been on the phone with the, uh, Superintendent of Schools. At least he seems more reasonable than that nasty little horrid, bigoted rodent-man.

BUFFY: Mom...

JOYCE: Anyway, um, I'm going in to speak with him this afternoon. Uh, as for private schools, uh, Miss Porter's accepts late admissions. I, uh, I wrote the information down for you.

BUFFY: A girls' school? So now it's jackets, kilts, and no boys? Care to throw in a little foot-binding?

JOYCE: Buffy, you made some bad choices. You just might have to live with some consequences. Nothing's settled yet. I just wish you didn't have to be so secretive about things. I mean, it's not your fault you have a special circumstance. They should make allowances for you.

BUFFY: Mom, I'm a Slayer. It's not like I need to ride a little bus to school.

JOYCE: Couldn't you just tell a few people, like Principal Snyder and maybe the police? I mean, I would think they would be happy to have a... a superhero. Is that the right term? I mean, it's not offensive, is it?

(She opens the door to take out the trash, and gasps in fright when she sees the dead cat run in. It stops and meows at them menacingly.)

• Buffy & her mom

written by: Marti Noxon; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/36deadman.html