(Joyce's bedroom. Buffy walks in, notices a blue bathrobe on the bed, and then Joyce, wearing a sweater and slacks.)

BUFFY: You! You with the actual clothing, who are you? Dawn, come look at this.

JOYCE: It's hard to recognize me, huh?

DAWN: Whoa.

BUFFY: No more bathrobe.

JOYCE: Hmm. I looked at it today, and there it was, all fuzzy and blue, and I just couldn't stand it any more.

BUFFY: I don't think the rest of us will miss it much either.

DAWN: It was getting a little ripe, Mom.

BUFFY: (to Dawn) Maybe we should burn it.

DAWN: It would keep the bugs away.

JOYCE: It doesn't smell! Fine, fine, make your funny jokes at the expense of the woman with the hole in her skull.

(she sits on the bed)

BUFFY: (to Dawn) Let's go. I think we've tired her out.

(they exit)

• Buffy & her mom
• Joyce's Illness

written by: Jane Espenson; Transcribed by Joan the English Chick (pisces@englishchick.com).. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/89triangle.html