GILES: Bit early in the day.

BUFFY: Giles, something's wrong.

GILES: (stops) Wrong?

He sees the target with a few knives stuck awkwardly into it. None of them are anywhere near the center.

GILES: Ah. Perhaps you shouldn't... (Buffy throws a knife and misses) ...do that anymore.

BUFFY: On top of that, I got a bad case of the dizzies last night and almost let a vamp stake me. With my own stake!

BUFFY: I'm way off my game. My game's left the country. It's in Cuernavaca. Giles, what's going on here?

GILES: Well, perhaps you've got a bad flu bug or something.

BUFFY: No. No, not sick. I *can't* get sick. My dad's coming to take me to the ice show. We do it every year for my birthday. If I cancel, it's gonna break his heart.

GILES: Well, just, um, take it easy for forty-eight hours. You know, forego patrolling until you feel yourself again.

BUFFY: No. No, I just need to spend a little more time training.

She throws one. This time it goes very wild and breaks one of the reading lamps.

BUFFY: I'm gone!

GILES: Thank you!

written by: David Fury; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/46helpless.html