CORDELIA: This isn't right. School on a Saturday. It throws off my internal clock.

XANDER: When are we gonna need computers for real life anyway?

JENNY: Hmm, let's see. There's home, school, work, games...

XANDER: Y'know, computers are on the way out. I think paper's gonna make a big comeback.

WILLOW: And the abacus.

XANDER: Yeah, you know, you don't see enough abaci.

JENNY: Alright, guys. The first thing we're gonna do is... Buffy!

XANDER: Huh? Did I fall asleep already?

WILLOW: Aw, you miss your friends?

XANDER: Uh, sit here, Buffs! Demilitarize the zone between me and Cordelia!

CORDELIA: Yeah, and delouse him while you're at it.

BUFFY: (to Jenny) Actually I wanted to talk to you for a second?

JENNY: Something wrong?

XANDER: Is there some crisis that requires instant action? Very far from here?

BUFFY: It's Giles.

JENNY: Well, he's alright, isn't he?

BUFFY: I don't know. Uh, he didn't show up when he was supposed to last night, and then, when I went over to his place, he was acting... well, very anti-Giles. He wouldn't let me in, and he looked really bad. I-I think he might've been... I think he was drinking.

JENNY: He was home alone drinking?

WILLOW: But... tea, right?

BUFFY: Wasn't tea, Will.

XANDER: Yep, yep, I knew this would happen. Nobody can be wound as straight and narrow as Giles without a dark side erupting. My Uncle Roary was the stodgiest taxidermist you've ever met by day. By night, it was booze, whores, and fur flying. Were there whores?

BUFFY: He was alone.

XANDER: Give it time.

BUFFY: So, none of you guys have noticed anything different lately?

WILLOW: No!

JENNY: Not really.

BUFFY: Uh, you haven't seen anything weird?

XANDER: Nope.

CORDELIA: No, he seemed perfectly normal yesterday when I saw him talking to the police.

BUFFY: And you waited till now to tell us this because...?

CORDELIA: I didn't think it was important.

XANDER: We understand. It wasn't about you.

JENNY: Well, what were the police talking to him about?

CORDELIA: Oh, don't tell me, I know this one. Um... (thinks) Something about... a homicide.

BUFFY: That's it. I-I'm calling him right now.

• Buffy & Giles

written by: Dean Batali & Rob Des Hotel; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/20darkage.html