BUFFY: What are you doing in here?

Ted: Your mother told you to go to your room, Buffy. You and I both know she didn't mean climb out a window and go gallivanting about town.

BUFFY: First of all, this is *my* room, second... (sees her Slayer stuff lying on her desk) You've been going through my things?

Ted: Yes, I have.

BUFFY: That's my personal property! How *dare* you?!

Ted: I don't see how it's any different from you snooping around my office, do you? (raises her diary and reads) What exactly is a Vampire Slayer?

BUFFY: It's none of your business.

Ted: Beg to differ, little lady. Everything you do is nothing *but* my business from now on.

BUFFY: I think you better get out of here. Now!

Ted: Or what? You'll slay me? I'm real. I'm not some goblin you made up in your little diary. Psychiatrists have a word for something like this: delusional. So, from now on, you'll do what I say, when I say, or I show this to your mother, and you'll spend your best dating years behind the wall of a mental institution. Your mother and I are going to be happy. You're not going to stand in the way. Sleep tight!

BUFFY: That's mine, and you are *not* leaving this room with it!

Ted: Take your hand off me.

BUFFY: No.

Ted slaps her hard, almost punching her, and makes her hit the wall.

BUFFY: Ohhh! I was *so* hoping you'd do that.

(they fight, Joyce hears)

JOYCE: Buffy! Stop that!

Buffy elbows him in the face.

JOYCE: Stop it!

(more fighting, he ends up tumbling down the stairs)

JOYCE: Ted...Ted! Ted! (to Buffy) You killed him!

written by: David Greenwalt & Joss Whedon; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/23ted.html