(Glory paces around the monk, who's gagged, tied to a chair and been beaten)

GLORY: You know, when you think about it, I'm the victim here. First off, I don't even want to be here. And I'm not talking about this room or this city or this state or this planet. I'm talking about the whole mortal coil now, you know? It's disgusting! The food... the clothes... the people. I could crap a better existence than this. (beat) But... okay- and feel free to tell me if this next part gets a little too personal, because I'm told I have boundary issues- but I'm hurt! Yes, by your incredibly selfish behavior. Newsflash, hairdo: it's not always about you. All I want is the Key! Why? Why can't you tell me where the Key is? (beat; realizes) Oh! Forgive me... monky. Sometimes I just... I get so anxious- like there's something deep inside of me and it's swelling up and it's making me crazy!- that I forget there's all that duct tape on your face!

(Glory rips the tape off violently and smiles crazily at him.)

GLORY: Now... tell me where the Key is.

(Glory shoves her knuckles into the monk's eyes and wrenches his nose.)

GLORY: Or I'm going bowling.

(She holds him there, sputtering in pain, then releases him.)

GLORY: It's okay, it's okay, it's okay! The stutter's sexy. Keep it coming.

MONK: Zabbij me... zabbij me. (Kill me... kill me.)

GLORY: (yelling) Josve novem svete, tak prohoba speak American! (We're in the New World now so please, for God's sake, speak American!)

MONK: I... will tell you... (spits) nothing.

GLORY: (teary) Fine. You know what I wish? I wish that you could feel what I'm feeling right now.

(we see a different security gaurd, chained nearby)

GUARD: Lady, whatever you are... whatever you're on, please.

GLORY: (ignores him) 'Cause I don't know how much more of this I can take.

GUARD: I have a wife. Her name's Jennifer. We have two daughters.

GLORY: (to monk) I bet this is fun for you, isn't it? Say it. Why? You don't even own the damn thing and I want it, I need it and I gotta have it now and you keep refusing to tell me where the Key is! It's typical! The whole mortal meatsack comes complete with stink and bile sweat and protein. Yes, I said humans! Not now, Mommy's talking! Wriggling, piling, prowling, crawling, clowning, cavorting, doing it over and over and over and over until someone's gonna sit down on their tuffet and make this birthing stop!

(With a strangled cry of despair, Glory puts her fingers on either side of the hapless guard's head. White light flares and his eyes go wide with shock and pain. He collapses to the floor, whimpering and gasping, while Glory takes a deep breath and stands, calm and refreshed.)

GLORY: Ahh... that is so much better.

• Buffy vs Glory

written by: Douglas Petrie; . Full transcript at:
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