BUFFY: Thought I'd stop by.

FAITH: Is he dead yet?

BUFFY: He's not gonna die. It was a good try, though. Your plan?

FAITH: Uh-huh. The Mayor got me the poison. Said it was wicked painful.

BUFFY: There's a cure.

FAITH: Damn. What is it?

BUFFY: Your blood. As justice goes, it's not un-poetic, don't you think?

FAITH: Come to get me? You gonna feed me to Angel? You know you're not going to take me alive.

BUFFY: Not a problem.

FAITH: Well, look at you. All dressed up in big sister's clothes.

BUFFY: You told me I was just like you. That I was holding it in.

They approach until they're standing face to face.

FAITH: Ready to cut loose?

BUFFY: Try me.

FAITH: Okay then. Give us a kiss.

• Faith vs/& Buffy

written by: Joss Whedon; . Full transcript at:
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