JOYCE: But you're not in the band.

BUFFY: And yet.

JOYCE: Buffy, what would I do with forty chocolate bars?

BUFFY: You could hand them out at the Gallery. 'Buy something Pre- Columbian, get a free cavity.'

JOYCE: Twenty.

BUFFY: You're a good mom.

JOYCE: I'm the best.

BUFFY: No, I'm pretty sure the best moms let their daughters drive.

JOYCE: And yet.

BUFFY: Oh, come on!

JOYCE: Look, let's not have this conversation.

BUFFY: But I took the class. I watched the filmstrips with the blood and the death and the corpses. I'm prepped.

JOYCE: Honey, you failed the written test. They wouldn't even let you *take* the road test.

BUFFY: That was a year ago. And I don't test well... she said, two days before the SATs.

JOYCE: I spend enough time not knowing where you are. I don't wanna add to that the possibility that you're on the highway to Chicago.

BUFFY: (dumbfounded) I can't believe you. I'm *not* taking off again. (shrugs) Besides, if I wanted to, I could just get on a bus.

JOYCE: Stop. Don't. I just don't want you driving, okay? I want you here.

BUFFY: I'm here. Hmm? See me here. Mm-hm?

• Buffy & her mom

written by: Jane Espenson; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/40bandcandy.html