Buffy: You, I can't believe you got into Oxford.
Willow: It's pretty exciting.
Oz: That's some deep academia there.
Buffy: There's where they make Gileses.
Willow: I know. I can learn and have scones.
Buffy: Making the open dumpster your cafeteria?
Xander: Go ahead, mock me.
Oz: I think she just did.
Xander: We Bohemian antiestablishment types have always been persecuted.
Oz: Well, sure. You're all so weird.
Cordelia: I'm sorry Buffy, this conversation is reserved for those who actually have a future.
Oz: An angry young woman.
Xander: Wow, she even drew helpful diagrams. That's the pedestal.
Oz: And the ingredients. And us. See, there's you, there's me.
Xander: Well, how can you tell which is which? They both kinda look stick figurey to me.
Oz: Well, this one's me. See the little guitar.
Xander: Oh gotcha.
Oz:
Xander: No sir, there is none.
Oz: Well, we better be sure. Destroying this box is supposed to be a pretty delicate operation.
Xander: Then they shouldn't leave it in the hands of the lay people.
Oz: Okay... toad me.
Oz: Whole place is locked down, except for the front.
Xander: Yeah, it gives me that comforting "trapped" feeling.