BUFFY: Man, look at her.

WILLOW: Who is she?

BUFFY: It doesn't say, but the entry's dated 1775.

WILLOW: Angel was eighteen. And still human.

BUFFY: So that's the kinda girl he hung around? She's pretty coiffed.

WILLOW: She looks like a noble woman or something. Which means being beautiful is sort of her job.

BUFFY: And clearly this girl was a workaholic. I'll never be like this.

WILLOW: C'mon! She's not that pretty. I mean, look at her. She's got a funny... uh, waist. Look how tiny that is.

BUFFY: Thank you. Now I feel better.

WILLOW: No. She's like a freak. A circus freak. Yuk.

BUFFY: Musta been wonderful. Put on some fantabulous gown and go to a ball like a princess, and have horses and servants, and yet more gowns.

WILLOW: Yeah. Still, I think I prefer being able to vote. Or I will when I can.

written by: Carl Ellsworth; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
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