MAYOR: (practicing his putting) Oh, look at that! Every time, cuts to the left. See, and it's not the carpet. It's me. I swear, I would sell my soul for a decent short game. Of course, (chuckles) it's a little late for that. (chuckles) (to Allan) I don't suppose I could offer *your* soul, huh? Really help me on the green. I'm just funning. So, we have a Spike problem, do we?

Allan: He's been spotted back in town. And there was an incident at a magic shop in broad daylight. Police had a hell of a time covering it up.

MAYOR: Well, yes, y'know, he was up to all sorts of shenanigans last year. We had a world of fun trying to guess what he'd do next.

Allan: I remember.

MAYOR: But I guess we're past that now. This year is too important to let a loose cannon rock the boat.

Allan: Should I have Mr. Trick send a... committee to deal with this?

MAYOR: Loose cannon. Rock the boat. Is that a mixed metaphor?

Allan: (confused) Uh...

MAYOR: Boats did have cannons. And a loose one would cause it to rock. Oh, honestly. I don't know where my mind goes these days. (chuckles) Why don't you take care of that Spike problem? A committee, like you said.

Allan: As good as done.

MAYOR: That's swell. Fore! (takes another shots, which goes in) Hey!

• Buffy vs the Mayor

written by: Dan Vebber; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
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