Kendra: Tank you for de shirt, it was very generous of you.

BUFFY: Hey, it looks better on... well, me, but no worries. Now, when you get to the airport...

Kendra: I get on de plane with me ticket, and sit in a seat. Not de cargo hold.

BUFFY: Very good.

Kendra: Dat is *not* traveling under cover.

BUFFY: Exactly. Relax! You earned it. Sit in your seat, you eat your peanuts, you watch the movie, well, unless it's about a dog or Chevy Chase.

Kendra: I'll remember.

BUFFY: I, um... I just wanted to thank you... for helping me save Angel.

Kendra: Mm. Am not tellin' me Watcher about dat. It is too strange dat a Slayer loves a vampire.

BUFFY: Tell me about it.

Kendra: Still, he is pretty cute.

BUFFY: Well, maybe they won't fire me for dating him.

Kendra: You always do dat.

BUFFY: Do what?

Kendra: You talk about slaying like it's a job. It's not. It's who you are.

BUFFY: Did you get that from your handbook?

Kendra: From you.

BUFFY: I guess it's something I really can't fight. I'm a freak.

Kendra: Not de only freak.

BUFFY: Not anymore.

Kendra: I don't hug.

BUFFY: Right. No. Good. Hate hugs.

• Slayerhood

written by: Marti Noxon; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
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