- Xander Harris: This is the Invisible Man Syndrome, a blessing in Cordelia's case, a curse in Buffy's.
- Willow Rosenberg: You're not invisible to Buffy.
- Xander Harris: It's worse. I'm just a part of the scenery, like an old shoe or a rug that you walk on every day but don't even really see.
- Willow Rosenberg: Like a pen that's all chewed up, and you know you should throw it away, but you don't, not 'cause you like it so much more 'cause you're just used to...
- Xander Harris: Well, yeah, that is the point. You don't have to drive it through my head like a railroad spike.
- Rupert Giles: But that's the thrill of living on the Hellmouth! There's a veritable cornucopia of-of fiends and devils and-and-and ghouls to engage.
- [everyone looks at him]
- Rupert Giles: Well, pardon me for finding the glass half full.
- Rupert Giles: Why should someone want to harm Cordelia?
- Willow Rosenberg: Maybe because they met her?... Did I say that?
- Buffy: You guys don't have to get involved.
- Xander Harris: What do you mean? We're a team. Aren't we a team?
- Willow Rosenberg: Yeah. You're the Slayer, and we're, like, the Slayerettes.
- [first lines]
- Rupert Giles: This is madness. What can you have been thinking. You are the Slayer. Lives depend upon you. I make...
- [hands in hair]
- Rupert Giles: allowances for you youth, but I expect a certain amount of responsibility, instead of which you enslave yourself to this-this... cult?
- Buffy: [in cheerleader outfit with pom poms] You don't like the color?
- Rupert Giles: I -
- [sighs]
- Rupert Giles: Do you ignore everything I say? Is that - Is that the rule?
- Buffy: No, I believe that's your trick. I told you, I'm trying out for the cheerleading squad.
- Rupert Giles: You have a sacred birthright, Buffy. You were chosen to destroy vampires, not to... wave pompoms at people.
- [Buffy just gazes at him]
- Rupert Giles: And as The Watcher, I forbid it.
- [turns around, goes on his way]
- Buffy: And you'll be stopping me *how?*
- [purses lips]
- Rupert Giles: Well, I... I... By appealing to your common sense, if such a creature exists.
- Buffy: I will still have time to fight the forces of evil, okay? I just wanna have a life. I wanna do something normal. Something safe.
- Buffy: They have cheer-leading coaches?
- Amy Madison: Oh, yeah. Don't you have? I train with my mom: 3 hours in the morning, 3 at night.
- Buffy: Hmm. That much quality time with my mom would probably lead to some quality matricide.
- Amy Madison: She and my dad were homecoming king and queen. They got married right after graduation.
- Buffy: That's kind of romantic.
- Amy Madison: Well, he was a big loser. Never made any money. Ran off with Miss Trailer Trash when I was 12.
- Buffy: Okay, that part's less romantic.
- Xander Harris: Where was I?
- Willow Rosenberg: You were pretending that seeing scantily clad girls in revealing postures was a spiritual experience.
- Xander Harris: Who said I was pretending?
- Rupert Giles: I assume, the, uh... All the spells were reversed. It was my first casting, so, uh... I may have got it wrong.
- Buffy: You saved my life. You were a god!
- Cordelia Chase: [re cheerleader practice] Just look at that Amy. Who does she think she is, a Laker girl?
- Willow Rosenberg: I heard she turned them down.
- Buffy: [re Amy] The test was positive. She's our Sabrina. I just don't think she realizes what she's doing.
- Willow Rosenberg: Well, should we talk to her?
- Buffy: Maybe we should talk to her mother. I wonder if she knows what she's created?
- Willow Rosenberg: [At computer, reading book titles] Xander?
- Xander Harris: Yuh?
- Willow Rosenberg: Witches - Historic Roots to Modern Practice, checked out by Alexander Harris.
- Buffy: The Pagan Rites, checked out by...
- Xander Harris: Alright, alright, it's not what you think.
- Willow Rosenberg: You like to look at the semi-nude engravings?
- Xander Harris: Oh, well, I guess it *is* what you think.
- Buffy: [returning home, her mother's opening a wooden crate] Hey.
- Joyce: Hi. How was school?
- Buffy: Mm. Joy. What's all this?
- Joyce: It's for the tribal art display.
- Buffy: Ooh. We had tryouts today.
- Joyce: Oh, great. How did it go?
- Buffy: I didn't actually get to try out. There was an accident. Pretty fierce competition, though.
- Joyce: I know you'll do fine. Keep up, you'll just have to get back on the horse.
- Buffy: Mom...?
- Joyce: Yeah?
- Buffy: What was the tryout for?
- Joyce: Oh, yeah... Some activity?
- [shakes her head]
- Joyce: I have no idea. I'm sorry.
- Buffy: That's okay. Your platitudes are good for all occasions.
- Joyce: I'm distracted.
- [sighs]
- Joyce: Got a lot of inventory to go through here.
- [struggles with crate]
- Joyce: It's my gallery's first major show. You know, it might not physically kill you to give me a hand here.
- Buffy: [rips off the lid like it's made of carton] Oh, it's cheerleading.
- Joyce: Oh, good! I'm glad you're taking that up again, it will keep you out of trouble.
- Buffy: I'm not *in* trouble.
- Joyce: [absentmindedly, busy with crate's contents] No, not yet.
- [realizes]
- Joyce: I mean, you stopped cheerleading just before the trouble, so it's good you're going back.
- [as Buffy opens refrigerator:]
- Joyce: Oh, dear...
- Buffy: [turns away from fridge] What?
- Joyce: A fertility statue. You don't need to see it.
- Buffy: You know... there's this girl, Amy, and her, uhm...
- Joyce: Uh-uh.
- [busy]
- Buffy: Sounds like her Mom's pretty in to it.
- Joyce: Sounds like her Mom doesn't have a lot to do.
- [goes off]
- Buffy: [as Joyce's footsteps fade, takes a peek at fertility statue] Jeepers!