su_herald | thursday, september 17, 2009

BUFFY: Faith, wait. Look, I know this new guy's a dork, but... Well, I have nothing to follow that. He's pretty much just a dork.
FAITH: You're actually gonna take orders from him?
BUFFY: That's the job. What else can we do?
FAITH: Whatever we want. We're Slayers, girlfriend, the Chosen Two. Why should we let *him* take all the fun out of it?
BUFFY: Oh, that would be tragic, taking the fun out of slaying, stabbing, beheading.
FAITH: Oh, like you don't dig it.
BUFFY: I don't.
FAITH: You're a liar. I've *seen* you. Tell me staking a vamp doesn't get you a little bit juiced. Come on, say it. You can't fool me. The look in your eyes right after a kill? You just get hungry for more.
BUFFY: You're way off base.
FAITH: Tell me that if you don't get in a good slaying, after a while, you just start itching for some vamp to show up so you can give him a good (grunts and punches)!
BUFFY: Again with the grunting. You realize I'm not comfortable with this.
FAITH: Hey, slaying's what we were built for. If you're not enjoying it, you're doing something wrong.
BUFFY: What about the assignment?
FAITH: Tell you what: you do the homework, and I'll copy yours.
--"Bad Girls"

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