Sunnydale High School
Vampire: I'm bored. Let's kill something.
Cheer Squad: … the Mighty Mighty Razorbacks. Everywhere we go-people want to know-who we are. So we tell them… We are the Mighty Mighty Razorbacks.
Cordelia: Ughh. Okay, okay. Let's take a short break. A little reminder, Buffy? I know you're, like, MVP when it comes to offing the butt-ugly supernatural beasties, but cheerleading is an entirely different discipline. Please try to pay attention.
Buffy: Sorry. Just feeling a little oogy. I haven't had much luck with the equally Z's lately-bad dreams. And… lest you forget… I'm doing this as a favor to you. I'm over the pursuit of fame and glory through cheerleading.
Cordelia: It's a crushing blow to the world of synchronized shouting. Okay girls, let's take that last one again but this time.
Buffy: Cordy, get everyone else into the supply closet and keep them quite until I come for you. I'll go track down the janitor and see if Creepy Pete can get the lights turned back on.
Buffy: Ugh. Mr. Campbell. Even during the most boring physics class, I never would have wished this on you.
Willow: They cut the power. Never a good thing. Dose, it make me a pessimist to say that's a bad omen? Cutting the power. I'm thinking they're smarter than the average bear. Or average vampire-bear. And here comes another bad thought, on a collision course with my terror. There are magnetic locks on all the main doors. Here, take this. You won't be able to open them until the power comes back on.
Buffy: Then we have to get the power back on. Just stay here. Keep your head down.
Willow: Absolutely. Classroom. Always felt right at home in a classroom. Yep. Gonna sit right here with the chalk.
Buffy: Who do we have here? New blood. Or, more likely, the recycle kind.
Giles: Buffy… This is Giles… Not to panic, but you might want to come along to the library straight away. There's an… Uninvited guest here, attempting to retrieve some books without a library card. I might have just given myself away. He's spotted… No, wait!
Buffy: Up, up and away.
Giles: If anyone has a free hand, I'm about to be EATEN!
Buffy: Hey! What do think this is, a library?
Malik: Just the stray I was looking for. Come out to play.
Buffy: You don't think I'm going let you read without a fight?
Malik: WRrrraarrrrrrrr!
Malik: We'll continue this later.
Buffy: How's your noggin?
Giles: Bruised but otherwise all right. I believe I'm building up a resistance to cranial trauma.
Buffy: That must be all really good book.
Giles: Actually, no. It's a rather obscure text on spirit channeling. The author was long-winded and pedantic.
Buffy: Want me to try to track him? Get the book back?
Giles: That won't be necessary. The text is seriously out of date. Its contents be of little worth to anyone but an amateur medium.
