FAITH: So, can I keep him?

MAYOR: Let's just take things step by step for the moment. Now then, Angelus, may I call you Angel?

ANGEL: Well, actually, I'm thinking more along the lines of you calling me Master.

MAYOR: (unfazed) Ah. You know, Angelus, attitude may get you attention, but courtesy wins respect. (chuckles) I am the one responsible for your new attitude.

ANGEL: That's why I'm here.

MAYOR: No problems with the transition? No side effects?

ANGEL: Had a soul, now I'm free.

MAYOR: That's terrific! Poetic too. Not that I read much poetry except for those little ones in the Reader's Digest. You know, some of those are quite catchy. (chuckles)

ANGEL: Hey, I don't mean to rush things here but are you trying to get to some kind of point?

MAYOR: Kids today. Rush rush rush. Well the point, Angel, is you're a very powerful young man, good for Faith, and there just may be future for you in Sunnydale. I see you're admiring my letter opener.

ANGEL: Well, actually, I was thinking of stabbing you through the heart with it.

The Mayor turns his chair to face Angel and spreads his hands.

MAYOR: Please do.

Angel throws the blade at the Mayor's chest. The Mayor brings his right hand in front of it and the blade embeds itself up to the handle though his palm.

MAYOR: Nice shot.

The Mayor pulls the blade out of his hand and holds his palm up so they can see the wound heal itself in seconds.

MAYOR: You see, I'm what you might call impervious. Can't be killed, or harmed in any way. And that's just a cornerstone in my plans for this great town of ours.

ANGEL: Mmmm. Can't be killed, but you don't like germs?

MAYOR: Uck, eew, awful things, unsanitary. But my question is, now that Faith has brought you back, what are your intentions?

ANGEL: Well, gee, sir, I thought I'd find that Slayer that's given you so much trouble and torture, maim, and kill her.

MAYOR: Fine! You know it's nice to see you're not one of those slacker types running around town today. Torture Buffy. Killing her's fine, just make it a slow one.

ANGEL: My favorite kind.

MAYOR: Wonderful, wonderful. We don't want a replacement Slayer anytime soon. They can't all turn out like my girl Faith. (Faith smiles) Have fun.

FAITH: Let's do it.

MAYOR: Uh, try to have her home by eleven.

Angel and Faith leave.

MAYOR: She's not a little girl anymore.

• Buffy vs the Mayor
• Faith & the Mayor

written by: Douglas Petrie; . Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/51enemies.html