(Fast food drive through. A black limo pulls up.)

Voice: Welcome to Happy Burger. May I take your order, please?

TRICK: Diet soda. Medium.

Voice: That'll be eighty-nine cents at the window, sir.

TRICK: Sunnydale. Town's got quaint. And the people? He called me 'sir'. Don't you just miss that? I mean, admittedly, it's not a haven for the brothers, you know, strictly the Caucasian Persuasion here in the Dale. But, you know, you just gotta stand up and salute their death rate. I ran a statistical analysis, and hello darkness. It makes... D.C. look... like Mayberry, and ain't nobody saying boo about it. We could fit right in here. Have us some fun.

Kakistos: (growls) We're here for one thing.

TRICK: Kill the Slayer, yeah. Still, big picture...

Boy: Have a nice night, sir.

TRICK: Right back at ya.

Kakistos: The Slayer. I'm going to rip her spine from her body, and I'm going to eat her heart and suck the marrow from her bones.

TRICK: Now I'm hungry.

(Trick lunges from the window & grabs the boy.)

written by: David Greenwalt; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/37faithhopetrick.html