JOYCE: Buffy? Hello?

GILES: Hello?

JOYCE: Oh! Mr. Giles, hi. Uh, I-I was looking for Buffy. She, she was supposed to wait for me here.

GILES: Well, sh-she hasn't been in. I-I've been waiting to talk to her myself about, uh, uh... h-history texts.

JOYCE: That is just the last straw!

GILES: I-I'm sure she didn't mean to, uh...

JOYCE: She never means to, but somehow she always manages to anyway. Do you have children, Mr. Giles?

GILES: Um...

JOYCE: (whispers) Sh-should I be whispering?

GILES: (whispers) No. (speaks) A-a-and, uh, no, I, I haven't any children. A-although, uh, sometimes I feel as though I do, uh, working here...

JOYCE: They can be such a... Oh, uh, I-I-I don't want to say 'burden', but, uh... Uh, actually I kind of *do* want to say 'burden'!

GILES: Feel free!

JOYCE: Oh, they're just so irresponsible.

GILES: Sometimes.

JOYCE: (notices the books lying on the catalog) 'Bristow's Demon Index', 'Hell's Offspring'?

GILES: A hobby of mine, uh, but, uh, having nothing to do with Buffy in any way. Um, you say Buffy told you that she'd be here all afternoon?

JOYCE: Well, yes. I-i-is something wrong?

GILES: Oh, I'm sure it's nothing. (hears a noise in the hall) What was that?

JOYCE: Mm, probably the janitor.

(Giles puts a hatchling on Joyce's back)

• Joyce & Giles

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