(Night. Buffy walks alone. Lily follows her.)

Lily: Anne? (louder) Anne? Buffy?

Lily: Don't be mad. I won't turn you in or nothing. I guess you don't recognize me.

BUFFY: Lily?

Lily: I mean from before. I was calling myself Chantarelle then. I used to... Well, I was in this cult that worshipped vampires. So lame, I know.

BUFFY: Yeah... I, uh, I remember.

Lily: But... you kinda saved us. I never thanked you or anything.

BUFFY: Did you tell anyone who I was?

Lily: Oh, no! Not-not even Rickie. I mean, I was so surprised to see you here, waiting tables... But I wouldn't tell. I know how it is when you gotta get lost.

BUFFY: Do you, uh, do you live nearby?

Lily: Well, there's a couple of places. Uh, they're abandoned, and a lot of people stay there. So how come you came up with Anne?

BUFFY: It's my middle name.

Lily: Lily's from a song. Rickie picked it. I'm always changing anyway. Chantarelle was part of my exotic phase.

BUFFY: It's nice. It's a mushroom.

Lily: It is? That's really embarrassing.

BUFFY: Um, well, i-it's an exotic mushroom, if that's any comfort.

Lily: Well, before that, I was following this loser preacher and calling myself Sister Sunshine.

BUFFY: What do they call you at home? (no response) I like Lily.

Lily: It's cool for now. Hey, do you have any money? I didn't mean that like... Well, I just mean... I know this guy, he's gonna have this kinda rave thing in his basement. We could go. I mean, I could show you if you had... 'Cause I'm broke.

BUFFY: I-I don't think so. I just kind of... I want to be alone.

Lily: I didn't mean to bug you.

BUFFY: No! I-I didn't, I didn't mean that, it's just... Well, a-a lot of people like that, it's, it's too much. I-I do have the money, though, so, why don't you and Rickie go, and then maybe I could meet you some other time...

Lily: No. It's okay, it's okay. Forget about it. Just...

A homeless man rudely pushes his way between them. The two girls both stare after him.

Lily: That's not very polite.

BUFFY: Are you okay?

Homeless man: I'm no one.

(he walks right into the street, in the path of traffic, but Buffy shoves him out of the way and takes the hit herself. fade to commercial)

written by: Joss Whedon; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/35anne.html