BUFFY: What? Do I have funny bed hair or something?

ANGEL: Or something?

BUFFY: I guess we got a little carried away with the whole post-slayage nap thing. (feels her hair) Ohhh, not good.

ANGEL: Where you going?

BUFFY: To go kill a cat on my head.

ANGEL: No mirrors.

BUFFY: You know, this place really isn't girl-friendly. No mirrors, no natural light.

ANGEL: I think you look perfect.

BUFFY: Oh yeah, I really like... Okay! Maybe we should think about getting a few mirrors. And maybe a drawer, you know, for some of my stuff. Because that's what couples do, they have drawers.

ANGEL: Mmmm, that's right.

BUFFY: You know, I-I figure, that way sometimes I could spend the night. Like, after the prom, it would be nice to be able to just come back here and spend some time together.

ANGEL: The prom?

BUFFY: End of high school rite of passage thingy. Think cotillion with spiked punch and electric sleigh.

ANGEL: Right.

BUFFY: Oh, don't worry, it's at night. And lots of girls have older boyfriends. You'll blend.

ANGEL: I think maybe you should go, hunh?

BUFFY: Noo.. must be a few more hours before sunrise.

Buffy gets up and walks to the window. When she pulls back the blackout curtain, it lets in a blast of sunlight directly onto the bed.

BUFFY: Ooh, sorry. I guess it's later than we thought.

• Buffy & Angel

written by: Marti Noxon; . Full transcript at:
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