XANDER: Aw, you just need cheering up. And I know just the thing! Crazed dance party at the Bronze!

BUFFY: I dunno.

XANDER: Very calm dance party at the Bronze? Moping at the Bronze.

Ford: I'd suggest a box of Oreos dunked in apple juice, but maybe she's over that phase.

BUFFY: Ford?

Ford: Hey, Summers! How ya been?

BUFFY: Oh, my God! What are you doing here?

Ford: Uh, matriculating.

BUFFY: Huh?

Ford: I'm finishing out my senior year at Sunnydale High. Dad got transferred.

BUFFY: This is great!

Ford: I'm glad you think so. I didn't think you'd remember me.

BUFFY: Remember you? Duh! We only went to school together for seven years. You were my giant fifth grade crush.

XANDER: So! You two know each other.

BUFFY: Oh! I'm sorry. Um, this is Ford! Uh, Billy Fordham, this is Xander and Willow!

XANDER: Hi.

Ford: Hey.

WILLOW: Nice to meet you!

BUFFY: Uh, Ford and I went to Hemery together in L.A. (to Ford) And now you're here. For real?

Ford: Dad got the transfer, and boom, he just dragged me outta Hemery and put me down here.

BUFFY: This is great! Well, I mean, it's hard, sudden move, all your friends, delicate time, very emotional, but let's talk about me! This is great!

WILLOW: So, you two were sweeties in fifth grade?

BUFFY: Not even. Ford wouldn't give me the time of day.

Ford: Well, I was a manly sixth-grader. I couldn't bother with someone that young.

BUFFY: It was terrible. I moped over you for months. Sitting in my room listening to that Divinyls song 'I Touch Myself'. (realizes) Of course, I had no idea what it was about. (to Ford) Hey, are you busy tonight? We're going to the Bronze, it's the local club, and you have to come.

Ford: I'd love to! But if you guys already had plans... Would I be imposing?

XANDER: No, only in the literal sense.

Ford: Okay, then! I, I gotta find the admissions office, uh, get my papers in order.

BUFFY: Well, you know what, I'll take you there, and I'll see you guys in French!

Ford: It was good to meet you. (they go)

XANDER: (sarcastically) This is Ford, my bestest friend of all my friends! Jeez, doesn't she know any fat guys?

WILLOW: (realizes) Oh, that's what that song is about?!

written by: Joss Whedon; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/19lietome.html