CLEM: ...Not that I'm knocking the nacho cheese ones - I like the taste. It's just the texture I can't deal with. So gritty. Kinda hurts my tongue, so I'd give 'em... a seven. *Maybe* a seven-five and you think this is dumb, don't you?

DAWN: No! No, as taste tests go, this is definitely one of the better ones I've been to.

CLEM: I get it. No biggie. You wanna play cards?

DAWN: Clem...

CLEM: I can be a real boredom-buster, if you just give me half a chance.

DAWN: It's not you.

CLEM: Still, I feel responsible. It's not fair - girl your age, cooped up in a crypt. Tell you what: let me get my hat and my coat - I'll take you to a movie. We'll go nuts. (knowingly) PG- thirteen.

DAWN: Clem! Look at me - do I look weak to you? Or incapable?

CLEM: Heck no.

DAWN: So why am I stuck here?

CLEM: No good reason I can see. ... I'm still real sorry about what happened. If there's anything I can do to help... just name it.

DAWN: Anything?

CLEM: Aw, you're not going to go and get yourself in trouble now, are you? Or me? 'Cause your sister's the Slayer. I'm a demon. That's real good incentive to get along with her...

DAWN: I need a demon to help me... Spike would have.

CLEM: Spike's gone.

written by: Douglas Petrie; No transcript available, so I started with the Shooting Script and spent a couple-three hours editing it to match what was said and shown on the broadcast version. . Full transcript at: