(FAITH SPEAKING)
BUFFY: What's the matter, Faith?
All that killing, you afraid to die?
(FAITH SPEAKING)
That's mine.
BUFFY: You're about to get it back.
(FAITH SPEAKING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Man, I'm gonna miss this.
(FAITH GROANS)
You did it.
(FAITH CHUCKLES)
(GILES SPEAKING)
I'm here to help you talk your way out of trouble,
but it's important that you keep conversation to a minimum.
Eliminate your target as quickly as possible,
then head for the extraction point.
(ON EARPIECE) I know how difficult this must be for you,
but once it's finished, your slaying days are over and you can...
(TURNS OFF EARPIECE) (SIGHS)
FAITH: Sorry, Giles.
I've got enough voices in my head already.
BUTLER: Pardon me,
would you mind stepping this way for a security check, miss?
FAITH: (IN BRITISH ACCENT) You call this security?
Daddy wouldn't let me go to the market
without more firepower than what you children are carrying.
(FAITH EXCLAIMS) (METAL DETECTOR BEEPING)
Not that His Excellency the Viscount of Avalon,
would ever send his daughter on a servant's errand.
SECURITY GUARD: She's clean.
FAITH: Which is more than I can say for you, you absolute gorilla.
BUTLER: (STAMMERING) If I could just see your invitation, then?
FAITH: Do you honestly expect me to wave around some cheap piece of parchment
like a bleeding sped in line at the cinema?
Let me inside before I have you sent back
to whichever stable-house detail
your superiors mistakenly pulled you off of.
BUTLER: You're one of them, all right.
Give Her Worshipfulness my love.
(FAITH BREATHING HEAVILY)
(FAITH SPEAKING IN NORMAL ACCENT)
(GENEVIEVE LAUGHING)
(FAITH SIGHS)
GENEVIEVE: This is insufferable!
It's supposed to be a receiving line, not a damn lecture series.
Just hand me your inane birthday cards and be on your way!
(GARGOYLES GROWLING)
RODEN: See that lovely rack, fourth in line to meet Lady Genevieve?
Keep an eye on her, would you, lads?
Girl is making my wand tingle, and not in a good way.
If she so much as curtseys too shallow, turn her bones to dust.
DAWN: This is about sex, isn't it?
Because everyone keeps trying to give me the birds and the bees speech,
which I outgrew 10 years and 600 shoe sizes ago.
WILLOW: No one's trying to lecture you, Dawn,
but none of my spells are going to shrink you like a cotton sweater
until I know exactly what mojo your loverboy used.
And speaking of clothes,
have you been wearing the same outfit ever since you blossomed?
DAWN: What, did my proportionate stench tip you off?
(MUNCHING)
'Cause unless Lane Bryant redefines "plus-sized" in a hurry,
it's only gonna get worse. WILLOW: I swear,
I'll un-embiggen you the second you tell me
what incantation your significant other used
while you two were being significant together.
DAWN: You're worse than my sister, Willow!
Why is everyone so sure this is Kenny's fault?
WILLOW: Um... Because he's a thricewise.
I'm as sensitive to profiling as the next gay, Wiccan Jewess,
but not every stereotype is untrue.
DAWN: You don't understand.
He was the only guy on campus who treated me like a friend,
not a walking pair of boobs.
WILLOW: Oh, sweetie. Don't talk like that.
Boys are into you because of your legs, not those itty-bitty things.
DAWN: I missed you, Will.
But the truth is... RENEE: Ms. Rosenberg?
Sorry to interrupt, but Buffy was wondering
if you could give her a hand with the castle's new defense system.
WILLOW: First of all,
what did we discuss about calling me by my mother's name?
RENEE: That I'd be turned into a baby goat if I didn't knock it off?
WILLOW: Very good, Renee.
And please tell Ms. Summers
that I already double-checked our perimeter's enchanted moat this morning.
RENEE: Actually, she said she was looking for, and I quote,
"Laptop Geek Willow, not Broomstick Action Willow."
I think she needs help figuring out the new radar stations we just installed.
WILLOW: Right,
I forgot we added GI Joe to the long list of people who want us dead.
But the best surveillance gear in the world
is only going to tell us if the chicken hawks are on their way.
What are we supposed to do when they actually get here?
DAWN: Whatever we have to.
All's fair.
(FAITH SPEAKING)
GENEVIEVE: Mind if I bum a fag?
FAITH: (IN NORMAL ACCENT) What do I care? You can bum whoever you...
Oh! (GENEVIEVE LAUGHS)
(IN BRITISH ACCENT) Right. Help yourself.
GENEVIEVE: Cheers.
I just had to get away from the vast sea of idiots in there.
They're all so hopelessly fake.
They make me want to slit my wrists.
FAITH: I know what you mean.
GENEVIEVE: If it weren't for my fascist tutor, I'd blow out of here
and catch the Amy Winehouse show at Shepherd's Bush.
FAITH: God, I love her!
I still can't believe that voice comes out of a little white girl.
GENEVIEVE: (SIGHS) I like any song that can make me cry
while everyone else is dancing.
I'm Gigi. Obviously, yeah?
FAITH: I'm Hope. Hope Lyonne.
GENEVIEVE: Lyonne, eh?
I think I might have met your parents
at one of those horrid ceremonial introductions.
How are they these days?
FAITH: Dad may as well be a ghost, and mum is a filthy drunk.
GENEVIEVE: You sure we're not sisters?
FAITH: Who knows? Maybe in a different... (GASPS)
(GARGOYLES GROWLING)
(IN NORMAL ACCENT) What the (BLEEP)?
GENEVIEVE: She's a guest, you imbeciles! Let her go!
(FAITH SPEAKING)
(SCREAMING)
This either works or it don't.
(FAITH SPEAKING)
(FAITH GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
Just try to grope me, frat boy.
I've made bigger bruisers than you cry like little...
(EXCLAIMS)
(GROANS)
Right on cue, here comes bachelor number two.
Yo, rock.
Meet hard place.
(FAITH SHOUTING)
Ow!
(SIGHS)
GENEVIEVE: Bloody hell.
RODEN: I'm begging you, snuff her out now.
GENEVIEVE: No, she isn't one of your disposable street urchins.
This Slayer is a fellow blue blood.
RODEN: She's a viscount's kid, not a sodding princess!
GENEVIEVE: Precisely.
The whole point of this little soiree
was identifying possible threats to my impending coronation,
which a lowly banker's daughter clearly is not.
RODEN: Not a threat?
Are you mad? She turned my boys to rubble!
GENEVIEVE: After they attacked her unprovoked.
And she was brilliant.
I could use someone like her at my side.
Hush, she's coming around.
FAITH: (IN NORMAL ACCENT) Where...
GENEVIEVE: It's all right, Hope.
This is Roden.
He's from Belfast, but don't hold that against him.
RODEN: Lady Genevieve, this is a profoundly bad...
GENEVIEVE: I realize how confusing this must be for you,
but you're not like other girls.
You're part of a long line of very important, very powerful people.
FAITH: Um... Duh!
GENEVIEVE: I'm not talking about nobility.
I'm talking about an ancient force that you and I
and a lot of other girls have tapped into.
Roden says I'm going to lead the lot of us to take our rightful place
at the head of this wretched society.
Right after I destroy the woman holding us back,
and take her mantle as queen.
FAITH: (IN BRITISH ACCENT) Queen?
You want to kill Elizabeth?
GENEVIEVE: (LAUGHS) No, Hope.
Not Elizabeth.
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