(Frat house. Buffy is dressed as a scientist, and Xander as a soldier)

XANDER: Seems pretty quiet.

BUFFY: It usually is this time of...

(A man goes past them. They continue on. Buffy touches a panel and then stands in front of the full length mirror.)

XANDER: Buff, maybe You should check the look later.

BUFFY: Shhh.

(Buffy pushes Xander so he is not in front of the mirror.)

XANDER: Oww! What'd you do that for?

BUFFY: I'm the only one that can pass the retinal scan.

XANDER: The re-- eww! I don't wanna see that.

BUFFY: (glares) *Retinal* scan, Xander.

(she looks into the mirror again)

BUFFY: Well, we'll know in a few seconds if my clearance is still good.

(A horizontal green light emits from the mirror and slides down over her body.)

XANDER: Or if we're about to die at the hands of fifty grief-filled military goons.

Voice: Retinal scan recorded. Summers, Buffy.

(Elevator opens and Buffy steps in.)

XANDER: Why am I not entirely comforted by the arrival of the man-sized microwave?

written by: Marti Noxon; Transcribed by Joseph B. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/70goodbyeiowa2.html