WILLOW: OK, I got my tumbleweed, my eggs...got my chrysalises?chrysali? My butterfly transformer pods. Hey, wh-where's my snakeskin?

ANDREW: (animating the skin) At your ssssservice, Miss Rosenberg, ssssir. Can you imagine if every once in a while, people just wriggled out of their skin and left it behind them like?like on the sidewalk. Talk about embarrassing.

DAWN: (to Willow) Hey, do you think this girl, this potential, goes to Sunnydale?

WILLOW: Hmm. Well, I guess probably, huh? I mean, she's got to be about that age.

DAWN: Could be anybody. Could be that glamazon in gym class, what's her name? Oh, my lab partner, Margot, the freak. Boy, I hope not, because she totally fainted right in the middle of our fetal pig dissection. Somehow I just don't think she's cut out for the slayage biz.

ANDREW: (pained) Killing pigs is just so wrong. (nods knowingly) And also hard.

WILLOW: Well, we'll know soon enough who the next potential is. Somebody's life is about to change.

DAWN: How long will it take? Will we find out who it is right away?

WILLOW: Pretty much. The spell will conjure up this brilliant light, a-and the light will find the potential and it'll illuminate her with a glowing aura.

ANDREW: Cool.

WILLOW: I've enchanted this map so we can track her basic location. We'll have to hot-foot it, but I'm betting we find her tonight.

DAWN: You know, if it is Margot, she's so gonna faint.

(later)

WILLOW: To light the aura of the new, skin of snake and chrysalis too. To indicate the fresh reborn, tumbleweed and rosebush thorn. An egg that means the life to come. Take this, oh spirit, and my spell is done.

XANDER: Oh, good God, what is that smell?

ANYA: I'm fairly sure that's the smell of a hardboiled egg being thrown into a fire.

XANDER: Uh-huh.

WILLOW: The smell will lead us to the potential.

XANDER: Or some poor soul who ate too many chimichangas.

WILLOW: She'll also be lit with a brilliant aura.

DAWN: Is it supposed to be shimmying all over like that?

WILLOW: I don't know. I don't think so.

ANYA: So you messed up the spell again. At least it smells, you know, other-worldly. (off Willow's hurt look) Oh, look, pretty!

WILLOW: I suck. I'm sorry, you guys, I? Maybe we could figure something out on the computer?

DAWN: Good call. I'm gonna open the door and let this place air out.

XANDER: Don't worry, Will. It's really no big.

WILLOW: I just?I was sure that it was gonna work.

(Suddenly, the mass of light congeals and forms into a solid beam and heads straight for Dawn.)

WILLOW: Dawn!

(the light smashes her against the door)

WILLOW: I think it worked.

written by: Rebecca Kirshner; Transcribed by: CariCranberry. edited by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/buffy/season7/transcripts/134_tran.php