(Giles's apartment. While dusting, he's reminded of something, pulls out a book and does some quick calculations)

GILES: Third new moon after the . . . nine-hundredth feast of Delthrox. Oh, (stands up) crap.

(cut to a bit later, Giles is on the phone)

GILES: No, we can't wait for her, Willow. The demon Prince Barvain is going to rise tonight. Well-- Where is she, exactly?

written by: Jane Espenson; Transcribed by Joseph B. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/68anewman.html