Books smell. Musty and, and rich. The knowledge gained from a computer, is, uh, it… it has no, no texture, no, no context.
Giles: “Buffy? After all this time?”
Giles: “Well you know what they say. 90% of the vampire slaying game is waiting.”
Buffy: “You couldn’t have told me that 90% ago?”
I’m sorry, perhaps we could skip the nostalgia
Giles: “Valentine’s Day, yes, Angel nails a puppy to - “
Buffy: “Skip it.”
Giles: “But - “
Buffy: “I don’t want to know. I don’t have a puppy.”
Buffy: “I’m so used to you being a grownup, and then I find out that you’re a person.”
Giles: “Most grownups are.”
Xander, don’t speak Latin in front of the books.