Kendra: No ashes.

BUFFY: What?

Kendra: When a vampire combusts, he leaves ashes.

BUFFY: Yeah, I know the drill.

Kendra: So I did not kill him.

BUFFY: And I don't need to kill *you*.

Willy: Whoa! There's a lotta tension in this room.

(Kendra attacks him)

BUFFY: Doesn't anyone just say 'hello' where you come from?

Kendra: Dis one is dirty! I can *feel* it!

BUFFY: That's really good for you, Percepto Girl, but we're not gonna get anything out of him if he's, oh, say, (slams him into the bar) unconscious. (to Willy) Where's Angel?

Willy: My buddy Angel? You think I'd let him fry? I saved him in the nick! He was about five minutes away from being a crispy critter.

BUFFY: Where'd he go?

Willy: Uh, he said he was gonna stay underground. You know, recuperate.

BUFFY: Are you telling me the truth?

Willy: I swear on my mother's grave! Should something fatal happen to her, God forbid.

Kendra: Den he is alright. We can return to your Watcher for our orders.

BUFFY: I don't take orders. I do things my way.

Kendra: No wonder you died.

BUFFY: Let's go.

Willy: I, I have to ask. Has either of you girls considered modeling? I have a friend with a camera? Strictly high-class nude work. You know, art photographs. But naked. You don't have to answer right away.

written by: Marti Noxon; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
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