BUFFY: Do you remember anything, Mom?

JOYCE: Just, um, your friend came over... I was gonna make a snack...

BUFFY: (misunderstands) My friend?

JOYCE: I guess I slipped and cut my neck on... The doctor said it looked like a barbecue fork. We don't have a barbecue fork. (looks at Giles) Are you another doctor?

BUFFY: Oh! Um... No, Mom, this is Mr. Giles.

JOYCE: Oh, the librarian from your school! (confused) What's he doing here?

GILES: Uh, I-I just came to pay my respects, wish you a speedy recovery.

JOYCE: Boy, the teachers really *do* care in this town.

BUFFY: Get some rest now.

• Joyce & Giles

written by: David Greenwalt; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/07angel.html