"WELCOME TO THE HELLMOUTH"
GILES:Into each generation, a Slayer is born. One girl, in all the world, a Chosen One. One born with the-
BUFFY:The strength and skill to hunt the vampires, to stop the spread of evil, blah, blah. I've heard it, okay?
GILES:Dig a bit into the history of this place and you'll find there's been a steady stream of fairly odd occurences. I believe this area is a center of mystical energy. Things gravitate toward it that you might not find elsewhere.
BUFFY:Like death.
GILES:Like werewolves. Zombies. Succubi. Incubi. Everything you ever dreaded was under your bed and told yourself couldn't be by the light of day. They're all REAL.
BUFFY:Down there. Talking to that girl.
GILES:But you don't know-
BUFFY:Oh, please. Look at his jacket. He's got the sleeves rolled up. And the shirt...Deal with that outfit for a moment.
GILES:It's dated?
BUFFY:It's carbon-dated! Trust me - only someone who's been living underground for ten years would think that was the look.
CORDY:The Bronze. It's the only club worth going to around here. They let anybody in, but it's still the scene. It's in the bad part of town.
BUFFY:Where's that?
CORDY:About half a block from the good part of town. We don't have a whole lot of town.
XANDER:Not a lot happens in a one-Starbuck's town like Sunnydale.
BUFFY(TO GILES):You like to party with the students? Isn't that kind of skanky? |
