TWO
SCENE ONE
(At the wonderful French restaurant they were talking about. Buffy, Xander
and Cordelia are waiting for their food to come)
Cordy: What have you two been up to lately?
Xander: Oh, nothing. Getting married, blah , blah same old, same old.
Cordy: That's nice. Let's talk about me now.
Buffy: We've been doing that even since you came.
Cordy: Too much of a good thing is wonderful.
Buffy: Too much 'wonderful' leads to homicide.
Xander: (trying to change the subject) I wonder what the food here tastes
like. I can't believe it's only two block away and I have never stepped foot
in here.
Buffy: (playfully) Maybe that's because you never take me any place nice.
Xander: You told me you love Taco Bell. (grins)
Buffy: (laughs and places her hand on his arm) I do. You can make even Taco
Bell romantic.
Xander: (takes her hand in his) That's because I love you so much.
Cordy: (interrupting) This is so beautiful.
Buffy: (takes her hand back disappointedly) Not anymore.
Cordy: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt. Go ahead. Carry on.
Pretend I'm not here.
Xander: It's kind of difficult with you yammering ever three seconds.
Buffy: Excuse me one moment, I'll be right back. (gets up) Just going to pop
in the ladies' room for a sec.
(She leaves the table. )
Cordy: (after a long pause) So - you and Buffy , huh. Who would have
thought?
Xander: Not me.
Cordy: (says nothing for a while) It feels great to see you again.
Xander: Yeah, me too.
Cordy: The reason … I came here was… because I… you were like the only
person who ever understood me. I know you probably think that I'm talking
nonsense here … but I … you were my only friend back then. Even after we
broke up. That's why I came to see you. After … Gregory …
Xander: You don't have to talk about it… but I'm actually quite flattered.
Cordy: (gives a small smile) And if you breathe a word of this to anybody,
I'll rip of your head.
Xander: Wouldn't dream of it.
Cordy: Thank you.
(Buffy comes back)
Buffy: I knew there was something wrong with my hair. (slaps Xander's arm
slightly) And you didn't even tell me.
Xander: Your hair looked fine.
Buffy: No, it did not. I checked. I looked like a stand-in for Don King.
Xander: Don't exaggerate.
Buffy: I can't believe you didn't tell me. (pats her hair lightly)
Xander: You always look beautiful to me no matter what.
Buffy: Good save.
Xander: Thanks.
SCENE TWO - The Next Day
(Xander comes back from work. Buffy is already home.)
Xander: Honey, I'm home. (pauses) Somehow it doesn't sound so nice when I
say it.
Buffy: Hey. (goes to him and hugs him. She gives him a small kiss on the
cheek) Did you have fun at work today?
Xander: Depends. Did the Jews have fun during the Holocaust?
Buffy: Bad day?
Xander: I wish. A bad day would have been good compared to the day I had.
Buffy: Poor baby. (wraps her arms around him and kisses him on the lips)
Does that make it any better?
Xander: (moans softly) Oh, yeah … (returns her kiss. They kiss for several
minutes) I do know something else that would make me feel *real* good.
Buffy: What's that? (kisses his neck)
Xander: (pauses and looks around) Where's Cordy?
Buffy: (stops kissing and looks at him) *That* would make you feel good?
Xander: No!
Buffy: Good. (continues kissing him) She went out for shopping therapy.
Xander: So we have the whole apartment to ourselves?
Buffy: Yeah.
Xander: Oh, I'm feeling much better already.
(With one quick action he sweeps her off the ground and into his arms before
carrying her to the couch. Buffy giggles and puts her arms around his neck.
He places her gently on the couch and cups her face. He kisses her neck and
and proceeds to unbutton her blouse. Buffy responds by feeling her way to
his belt. She unbuckles it and throws it across the room, while gently
carressing his back with her small fingers. When Xander is done with Buffy's
blouse, he quickly starts peeling off his own shirt, while Buffy whispers
something in his ear which makes him work harder and quicker… and then the
door bell rings)
Xander: (in frustration) GAHHHH!
Buffy: (between kisses, whispering) Shh. Maybe they'll go away.
Eileen: (through the door) Was that you, Xander?
Buffy: Maybe not. (sighs and begins to rebutton her blouse)
Xander: (getting up and opening the door and sees Eileen) I'm really
beginning to hate you.
Eileen: Did I come at a bad time?
Xander: Yes. Did the "GAHHHH!" tip you off?
Eileen: (noticing his unbuttoned shirt and the belt strewn across the floor.
She glances at Buffy, who just finished buttoning her blouse back on.) You
two seem to spend a lot of time undressing each other.
Xander: Well, we can't seem to do anything more than that, thanks to you.
Eileen: What is more important to you - sex or friendship?
Xander: Sex.
Eileen: I would have answered that too.
Buffy: What did you come here for anyway?
Eileen: Well, I *wanted* to ask you if you were interested in watching "The
Passionate Love" with me, but apparently you were in the middle of catching
the live show. I'll come back later. (turns around)
Xander: Try not coming back at all.
(Before Eileen can answer, Xander closes the door quickly and jumps back on
the couch with Buffy.)
Xander: Where were we?
Buffy: I believe it was somewhere near here. (her hands snake down to the
zipper of his pants)
(Xander begins muttering incoherent and inaudible noises that seem to
accentuate his excitement and pleasure. After Buffy unzipped his pants, he
kicked them off in a hurry and threw them over the couch to join the
cast-off belt. He rushed through unbuttoning her blouse [again] , and tears
off a button in the rough process. Buffy seems a bit upset , but cheers up
immediately when Xander starts kissing her passionately on the lips. She
gave a low moan as Xander nibbled her ear softly. She, in return , slips her
thumb underneath the waistband of his boxers and was about to pull them off
when the door opens suddenly)
Cordy: (entering) Hello peop… (sees Xander and Buffy on the couch) Oh GOD !
MY EYES! MY EYES!
Buffy: (gets up quickly and accidentally pushes Xander to the floor) Cordy!
Cordy: (hands over her eyes) I am blinded! I'm blind , I tell you!
Xander: (crawling back on to the sofa) How did you get in here? I locked the
door.
Cordy: (her eyes are still covered) I took Buffy's extra key. And now I
fully regret doing that. I'll go take a hot shower right now and scrub my
eyes with a iron-wired brush. (heads into the bathroom and locks the door)
Buffy: Well, that went well.
Xander: I would think so. (gets up and picks up his pants and puts them on)
My life sucks.
Buffy: Sorry.
Xander: It's not your fault.
Buffy: (plays with the buttons on her blouse) And you sort of ripped the
button right off my favourite blouse.
Xander: All in vain, I might add.
---
SCENE THREE : Later That Week
(Cordy has yet to move out… poor Buffy and poor Xander.)
Cordy: (coming out of 'her' room) Is everything decent out here?
Xander: Unfortunately, yes.
Cordy: Oh, thank goodness. I'm taking extra precautions, after my free show
the other night.
(The doorbell rings)
Buffy: (hardly excited) Yay. More visitors.
Cordy: I hope it isn't that Eileen girl. She gives me the creeps.
(It is Eileen. Buffy comes back in, followed by Eileen)
Eileen: Good morning, people.
Xander: You again.
Cordy: Dear, dear, Eileen - you're really intruding on their personal space,
you know.
Buffy: And trust her, Eileen … Cordy's the expert on the breaching of
personal space.
Cordy: Thank you.
Eileen: (to Cordy) Don't tell me you haven't moved out yet.
Cordy: Well, it just so happens that Buffy and Xander happen to *like* my
company here, which is more than I can say for you.
Eileen: While I think of a perfect comeback - biteme.
(The doorbell rings again)
Buffy: Oh, joy. (heads over to the door. It is Joyce.) Mother!
Joyce: Hi , sweetie. (steps inside)
Buffy: What are you doing here?
Joyce: Just dropping by to check on my daughter - is that a crime?
Buffy: In certain states, yes.
Joyce: (sees Eileen) Oh, Eileen , hi.
Eileen: Hi - looking as wonderful as ever, I see.
Joyce: You're too kind. (sees Cordelia) Cordelia! My goodness, I haven't
seen you for a long time. How are you?
Cordy: I'm fine , thanks. Buffy was kind enough to let me stay here for a
while.
Joyce: Aw.. (looks at Buffy) My daughter, the one with the heart of gold.
Buffy: Can you go now, mum?
Joyce: I'm not leaving until I have a few words with my future son-in-law.
(looks around for Xander. When she sees him she goes over and gives him a
hug)
Xander: Hi, Mrs. Summers.
Joyce: Oh, for heaven's sake, you're not sixteen anymore - Mrs. Summers is
so informal. Call me 'mom'.
Buffy: (warningly) Mother…
Joyce: I was just kidding. (to Xander) You can call me 'mom' the minute you
get married.
Xander: (smiling) Sure thing.
Joyce: I'm so excited about the wedding. (puts her hands on her heart) My
little baby … going off and getting married.
Buffy: Yes, mother, we all know how time flies … you gave us this speech
last week.
Joyce: I never get tired of saying it.
Buffy: Yes, I can tell.
Joyce: So, sweetie, what have you been doing lately?
Buffy: The same thing I do everyday. I told you this on the phone last
night.
Joyce: Well, I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to my absolutely
adorable future son-in-law.
Xander: (laughs) Same old, same old. You know, there's not much variety in
the workplace when it comes to managing McDonald's.
Joyce: (turns to Buffy) You see, *he* answers my questions with interest.
Buffy: He said the same thing I did! He just added more words.
Joyce: Well, he was interested enough to word it differently. Maybe when you
get married, you'll learn a thing or two from him.
Buffy: All right, mother. Are you done now?
Joyce: You just can't wait to get rid of me, can't you.
Buffy: No, it's just that a few minutes with you lasts a lifetime. When you
leave this room, I'll still hold fond memories of our conversation. That's
how much you mean to me.
Joyce: (unbelieving) Hmph. If you want your only mother to leave, it's up to
you.
Eileen: I'll walk you out, Mrs. Summers. I'm was about to leave anyway.
Joyce: Oh, what a sweet polite girl you are. (to Buffy) Bye, honey.
Buffy: Bye mum. Love you.
(Eileen and Joyce exit)
Xander: Eileen is sweet and polite?
Buffy: More proof that my mother is now officially senile.
Cordy: Well, I thought your mother was very nice.
Buffy: Cordelia?
Cordy: Yes?
Buffy: Shut up.
Cordy: Fine. (leaves and goes back to 'her' room)
Buffy: Wow, I feel so much better after saying that. (turns to Xander) I
can't believe it - she likes you better than me. And I'm her own flesh and
blood.
Xander: Oh, come on. She loves you to pieces.
Buffy: Not as much as her beautiful, adorable, future son-in-law.
Xander: Can I help it if I'm charmingly irresistable?
Buffy: I guess not. (pulls him close and kisses him) Now we've got to think
of a way to get Cordy out.
Xander: What?
Buffy: (whispers in his ear) She's driving me crazy.
Xander: (laughs in agreement) She drives everyone crazy.
Buffy: No … no… this whole 'break-up' thing with Gregory is… just too much.
She's bored out of her mind here. Yesterday, when we were out , she pushed
our bed across the room because it looked 'prettier' there.
Xander: I *knew* something was different. Of course, I wasn't really paying
attention to my surroundings last night … (winks at her)
Buffy: (punches him on the arm) This is serious. And yesterday she
rearranged all the books on the shelf alphabetically by author, and that
screwed up everything! It took me ages to find what I wanted.
Xander: I think the whole reason for alphabetical arrangement is to make
finding things *easier*.
Buffy: (talking quickly)You don't understand. I arrange my books according
genre, because I'm more comfortable with it that way, and then I forgot the
name of the guy who wrote the book I wanted, and then I got his named mixed
up with that stupid talk show host and I couldn't find…
Xander: Shh … shh… calm down. (holds her tight)
Buffy: (getting worked up)She's driving me nuts. I can't take any more of
this. And she moved the cutlery from the top of the middle shelf to the
bottom right shelf, and then she must have hid the glasses, because I can't
find them although I searched everywhere… she's like this… gremlin who…
rearranges people's houses and … won't go away unless you give them a saucer
of milk … I looked for milk, but I couldn't find it, she must have put it
somewhere else…
Xander: I think you need to lie down.
Buffy: If she stays here any longer I won't know where I live anymore.
Xander: All right. If it means that much to you … (sighs) I'll have a talk
with Cordy.
Buffy: Thank you so much. (hugs him, and calms down) I know she's going
through a rough time but … I … if she stays here I'll have to kill her. And
you know I'm capable of that.
Xander: Just hold of all plans of murder till I talk to Cordy, okay?
(The doorbell rings.)
Buffy: Uh.
Xander: Don't these people have other apartments to visit besides ours? You
stay right here and … calm down or something.
(He goes over and opens the door. And standing there is…)
SCENE ONE
(At the wonderful French restaurant they were talking about. Buffy, Xander
and Cordelia are waiting for their food to come)
Cordy: What have you two been up to lately?
Xander: Oh, nothing. Getting married, blah , blah same old, same old.
Cordy: That's nice. Let's talk about me now.
Buffy: We've been doing that even since you came.
Cordy: Too much of a good thing is wonderful.
Buffy: Too much 'wonderful' leads to homicide.
Xander: (trying to change the subject) I wonder what the food here tastes
like. I can't believe it's only two block away and I have never stepped foot
in here.
Buffy: (playfully) Maybe that's because you never take me any place nice.
Xander: You told me you love Taco Bell. (grins)
Buffy: (laughs and places her hand on his arm) I do. You can make even Taco
Bell romantic.
Xander: (takes her hand in his) That's because I love you so much.
Cordy: (interrupting) This is so beautiful.
Buffy: (takes her hand back disappointedly) Not anymore.
Cordy: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt. Go ahead. Carry on.
Pretend I'm not here.
Xander: It's kind of difficult with you yammering ever three seconds.
Buffy: Excuse me one moment, I'll be right back. (gets up) Just going to pop
in the ladies' room for a sec.
(She leaves the table. )
Cordy: (after a long pause) So - you and Buffy , huh. Who would have
thought?
Xander: Not me.
Cordy: (says nothing for a while) It feels great to see you again.
Xander: Yeah, me too.
Cordy: The reason … I came here was… because I… you were like the only
person who ever understood me. I know you probably think that I'm talking
nonsense here … but I … you were my only friend back then. Even after we
broke up. That's why I came to see you. After … Gregory …
Xander: You don't have to talk about it… but I'm actually quite flattered.
Cordy: (gives a small smile) And if you breathe a word of this to anybody,
I'll rip of your head.
Xander: Wouldn't dream of it.
Cordy: Thank you.
(Buffy comes back)
Buffy: I knew there was something wrong with my hair. (slaps Xander's arm
slightly) And you didn't even tell me.
Xander: Your hair looked fine.
Buffy: No, it did not. I checked. I looked like a stand-in for Don King.
Xander: Don't exaggerate.
Buffy: I can't believe you didn't tell me. (pats her hair lightly)
Xander: You always look beautiful to me no matter what.
Buffy: Good save.
Xander: Thanks.
SCENE TWO - The Next Day
(Xander comes back from work. Buffy is already home.)
Xander: Honey, I'm home. (pauses) Somehow it doesn't sound so nice when I
say it.
Buffy: Hey. (goes to him and hugs him. She gives him a small kiss on the
cheek) Did you have fun at work today?
Xander: Depends. Did the Jews have fun during the Holocaust?
Buffy: Bad day?
Xander: I wish. A bad day would have been good compared to the day I had.
Buffy: Poor baby. (wraps her arms around him and kisses him on the lips)
Does that make it any better?
Xander: (moans softly) Oh, yeah … (returns her kiss. They kiss for several
minutes) I do know something else that would make me feel *real* good.
Buffy: What's that? (kisses his neck)
Xander: (pauses and looks around) Where's Cordy?
Buffy: (stops kissing and looks at him) *That* would make you feel good?
Xander: No!
Buffy: Good. (continues kissing him) She went out for shopping therapy.
Xander: So we have the whole apartment to ourselves?
Buffy: Yeah.
Xander: Oh, I'm feeling much better already.
(With one quick action he sweeps her off the ground and into his arms before
carrying her to the couch. Buffy giggles and puts her arms around his neck.
He places her gently on the couch and cups her face. He kisses her neck and
and proceeds to unbutton her blouse. Buffy responds by feeling her way to
his belt. She unbuckles it and throws it across the room, while gently
carressing his back with her small fingers. When Xander is done with Buffy's
blouse, he quickly starts peeling off his own shirt, while Buffy whispers
something in his ear which makes him work harder and quicker… and then the
door bell rings)
Xander: (in frustration) GAHHHH!
Buffy: (between kisses, whispering) Shh. Maybe they'll go away.
Eileen: (through the door) Was that you, Xander?
Buffy: Maybe not. (sighs and begins to rebutton her blouse)
Xander: (getting up and opening the door and sees Eileen) I'm really
beginning to hate you.
Eileen: Did I come at a bad time?
Xander: Yes. Did the "GAHHHH!" tip you off?
Eileen: (noticing his unbuttoned shirt and the belt strewn across the floor.
She glances at Buffy, who just finished buttoning her blouse back on.) You
two seem to spend a lot of time undressing each other.
Xander: Well, we can't seem to do anything more than that, thanks to you.
Eileen: What is more important to you - sex or friendship?
Xander: Sex.
Eileen: I would have answered that too.
Buffy: What did you come here for anyway?
Eileen: Well, I *wanted* to ask you if you were interested in watching "The
Passionate Love" with me, but apparently you were in the middle of catching
the live show. I'll come back later. (turns around)
Xander: Try not coming back at all.
(Before Eileen can answer, Xander closes the door quickly and jumps back on
the couch with Buffy.)
Xander: Where were we?
Buffy: I believe it was somewhere near here. (her hands snake down to the
zipper of his pants)
(Xander begins muttering incoherent and inaudible noises that seem to
accentuate his excitement and pleasure. After Buffy unzipped his pants, he
kicked them off in a hurry and threw them over the couch to join the
cast-off belt. He rushed through unbuttoning her blouse [again] , and tears
off a button in the rough process. Buffy seems a bit upset , but cheers up
immediately when Xander starts kissing her passionately on the lips. She
gave a low moan as Xander nibbled her ear softly. She, in return , slips her
thumb underneath the waistband of his boxers and was about to pull them off
when the door opens suddenly)
Cordy: (entering) Hello peop… (sees Xander and Buffy on the couch) Oh GOD !
MY EYES! MY EYES!
Buffy: (gets up quickly and accidentally pushes Xander to the floor) Cordy!
Cordy: (hands over her eyes) I am blinded! I'm blind , I tell you!
Xander: (crawling back on to the sofa) How did you get in here? I locked the
door.
Cordy: (her eyes are still covered) I took Buffy's extra key. And now I
fully regret doing that. I'll go take a hot shower right now and scrub my
eyes with a iron-wired brush. (heads into the bathroom and locks the door)
Buffy: Well, that went well.
Xander: I would think so. (gets up and picks up his pants and puts them on)
My life sucks.
Buffy: Sorry.
Xander: It's not your fault.
Buffy: (plays with the buttons on her blouse) And you sort of ripped the
button right off my favourite blouse.
Xander: All in vain, I might add.
---
SCENE THREE : Later That Week
(Cordy has yet to move out… poor Buffy and poor Xander.)
Cordy: (coming out of 'her' room) Is everything decent out here?
Xander: Unfortunately, yes.
Cordy: Oh, thank goodness. I'm taking extra precautions, after my free show
the other night.
(The doorbell rings)
Buffy: (hardly excited) Yay. More visitors.
Cordy: I hope it isn't that Eileen girl. She gives me the creeps.
(It is Eileen. Buffy comes back in, followed by Eileen)
Eileen: Good morning, people.
Xander: You again.
Cordy: Dear, dear, Eileen - you're really intruding on their personal space,
you know.
Buffy: And trust her, Eileen … Cordy's the expert on the breaching of
personal space.
Cordy: Thank you.
Eileen: (to Cordy) Don't tell me you haven't moved out yet.
Cordy: Well, it just so happens that Buffy and Xander happen to *like* my
company here, which is more than I can say for you.
Eileen: While I think of a perfect comeback - biteme.
(The doorbell rings again)
Buffy: Oh, joy. (heads over to the door. It is Joyce.) Mother!
Joyce: Hi , sweetie. (steps inside)
Buffy: What are you doing here?
Joyce: Just dropping by to check on my daughter - is that a crime?
Buffy: In certain states, yes.
Joyce: (sees Eileen) Oh, Eileen , hi.
Eileen: Hi - looking as wonderful as ever, I see.
Joyce: You're too kind. (sees Cordelia) Cordelia! My goodness, I haven't
seen you for a long time. How are you?
Cordy: I'm fine , thanks. Buffy was kind enough to let me stay here for a
while.
Joyce: Aw.. (looks at Buffy) My daughter, the one with the heart of gold.
Buffy: Can you go now, mum?
Joyce: I'm not leaving until I have a few words with my future son-in-law.
(looks around for Xander. When she sees him she goes over and gives him a
hug)
Xander: Hi, Mrs. Summers.
Joyce: Oh, for heaven's sake, you're not sixteen anymore - Mrs. Summers is
so informal. Call me 'mom'.
Buffy: (warningly) Mother…
Joyce: I was just kidding. (to Xander) You can call me 'mom' the minute you
get married.
Xander: (smiling) Sure thing.
Joyce: I'm so excited about the wedding. (puts her hands on her heart) My
little baby … going off and getting married.
Buffy: Yes, mother, we all know how time flies … you gave us this speech
last week.
Joyce: I never get tired of saying it.
Buffy: Yes, I can tell.
Joyce: So, sweetie, what have you been doing lately?
Buffy: The same thing I do everyday. I told you this on the phone last
night.
Joyce: Well, I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to my absolutely
adorable future son-in-law.
Xander: (laughs) Same old, same old. You know, there's not much variety in
the workplace when it comes to managing McDonald's.
Joyce: (turns to Buffy) You see, *he* answers my questions with interest.
Buffy: He said the same thing I did! He just added more words.
Joyce: Well, he was interested enough to word it differently. Maybe when you
get married, you'll learn a thing or two from him.
Buffy: All right, mother. Are you done now?
Joyce: You just can't wait to get rid of me, can't you.
Buffy: No, it's just that a few minutes with you lasts a lifetime. When you
leave this room, I'll still hold fond memories of our conversation. That's
how much you mean to me.
Joyce: (unbelieving) Hmph. If you want your only mother to leave, it's up to
you.
Eileen: I'll walk you out, Mrs. Summers. I'm was about to leave anyway.
Joyce: Oh, what a sweet polite girl you are. (to Buffy) Bye, honey.
Buffy: Bye mum. Love you.
(Eileen and Joyce exit)
Xander: Eileen is sweet and polite?
Buffy: More proof that my mother is now officially senile.
Cordy: Well, I thought your mother was very nice.
Buffy: Cordelia?
Cordy: Yes?
Buffy: Shut up.
Cordy: Fine. (leaves and goes back to 'her' room)
Buffy: Wow, I feel so much better after saying that. (turns to Xander) I
can't believe it - she likes you better than me. And I'm her own flesh and
blood.
Xander: Oh, come on. She loves you to pieces.
Buffy: Not as much as her beautiful, adorable, future son-in-law.
Xander: Can I help it if I'm charmingly irresistable?
Buffy: I guess not. (pulls him close and kisses him) Now we've got to think
of a way to get Cordy out.
Xander: What?
Buffy: (whispers in his ear) She's driving me crazy.
Xander: (laughs in agreement) She drives everyone crazy.
Buffy: No … no… this whole 'break-up' thing with Gregory is… just too much.
She's bored out of her mind here. Yesterday, when we were out , she pushed
our bed across the room because it looked 'prettier' there.
Xander: I *knew* something was different. Of course, I wasn't really paying
attention to my surroundings last night … (winks at her)
Buffy: (punches him on the arm) This is serious. And yesterday she
rearranged all the books on the shelf alphabetically by author, and that
screwed up everything! It took me ages to find what I wanted.
Xander: I think the whole reason for alphabetical arrangement is to make
finding things *easier*.
Buffy: (talking quickly)You don't understand. I arrange my books according
genre, because I'm more comfortable with it that way, and then I forgot the
name of the guy who wrote the book I wanted, and then I got his named mixed
up with that stupid talk show host and I couldn't find…
Xander: Shh … shh… calm down. (holds her tight)
Buffy: (getting worked up)She's driving me nuts. I can't take any more of
this. And she moved the cutlery from the top of the middle shelf to the
bottom right shelf, and then she must have hid the glasses, because I can't
find them although I searched everywhere… she's like this… gremlin who…
rearranges people's houses and … won't go away unless you give them a saucer
of milk … I looked for milk, but I couldn't find it, she must have put it
somewhere else…
Xander: I think you need to lie down.
Buffy: If she stays here any longer I won't know where I live anymore.
Xander: All right. If it means that much to you … (sighs) I'll have a talk
with Cordy.
Buffy: Thank you so much. (hugs him, and calms down) I know she's going
through a rough time but … I … if she stays here I'll have to kill her. And
you know I'm capable of that.
Xander: Just hold of all plans of murder till I talk to Cordy, okay?
(The doorbell rings.)
Buffy: Uh.
Xander: Don't these people have other apartments to visit besides ours? You
stay right here and … calm down or something.
(He goes over and opens the door. And standing there is…)