BUFFY: Maybe more than I can handle.

XANDER: Then we'll handle it together. You know I'm here for you. Just tell me what I can do.

Cut to the doughnut shop.

XANDER: I'll take two glazed, two cinnamon, couple cream-filled, and a jelly. No, no, let's round that out to four jellies.

CORDELIA: Ooo, is some evil going on? Must be big for them to entrust you with this daredevil mission.

XANDER: Cordelia. Feel free to drop dead of a wasting disease in the next twenty seconds.

CORDELIA: (pleased) Ooo, again, I strike the nerve. I am the surgeon of mean.

XANDER: I'm kinda busy right now, okay?

CORDELIA: Right. Buffy needs your help. Can you say 'expendable'?

XANDER: You think you know everything.

CORDELIA: I think I know you.

XANDER: That's a laugh.

CORDELIA: (tauntingly) Oh, what, you got a shiny car, and now you're someone new? Like anybody even cares about...

She is interrupted by a sexy blonde approaching Xander.

Lysette: Is that your car?

XANDER: Why, uh... Yes! It is!

Lysette: '57 Chevy Bel Air... 283 CID... Solid lifter... Fuel-injected V-8...

XANDER: (has no idea) Uh... very possibly.

Lysette: How does she handle?

XANDER: Like a dream about warm, sticky things. Would you like to go for a little drive?

Lysette: You busy?

XANDER: (holds up the doughnut box) Just gotta drop this stuff off, and then I would describe myself as... expendable.

• Xander & Cordelia

written by: Dan Vebber; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/47zeppo.html