Buffy„You are a thing of evil for not telling me this right away.“
Buffy„Well you're a computer geek... genius, and I sorta have a technical problem.“
Buffy„I'll be going now.“
Buffy„Besides, I can just tell something's wrong. My spider-sense is tingling.“
Buffy„I mean, what if you guys get really really intense and then you find out that he has... a hairy back.“
Buffy„Does he go here? What's his name? Have you kissed him? What's he like?“
Buffy„So, you've been seeing a guy and you don't know what he looks like. Okay, this is a puzzle. No wait, I'm good at these. Does it involve a midget and a block of ice?“
Buffy„Okay, that's it, you have a secret and that's not allowed.“
Buffy„Tell me the truth, how's my hair?“
Buffy„She certainly looks perky.“
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Fritz„The printed page is obsolete. Information isn't bound up anymore, it's an entity. The only reality is virtual. If you're not jacked in, you're not alive.“
Giles„Smell is the most powerful trigger to the memory there is. Certain flowers, a whif of smoke can bring up experiences long forgotten. Books smell, musty and rich. Knowledge gained from a computer is... it has not texture, no context. It's there and then it's gone. If it's to last, the getting of knowledge should be tangible, it should be... smelly.“
Giles„Well, it's been so nice talking to you.“
Giles„Things bottled in a computer fills me with a childlike terror. If it were a nice ogre, it would be more in my element.“
Giles„Miss Calendar, I'm sure you're computer science class is fascinating. But, I happen to believe that one can survive in modern society without a slave to the... idiot box.“
Giles„I'm just gonna stay and clean up a little. I'll be back in the middle ages.“
Giles„Willow, I examined it. You can... scin it.“
Giles„Couldn't you just stop Molloch by entering some computer virus?“
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Jenny„You here again? You kids really dig the library, don't you?“
J
Jenny„Well, you really are an old fashioned boy, aren't you?“
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Jenny„You think the realm of the mystical is limited to ancient text and relics? Has the bad old science made the magic go away? The divine exists in cyberspace, same as out here.“
Willow„I have to sign off, I'll talk to you later.“
Willow„The one boy that's really liked me and he's a demon robot. What does that say about me?“
Willow„Xander, do you want to stay and help me?“
Xander„So, you going to The Bronze tonight? Oh, probably not. You probably have some vampire slaying or some lame endeavor like that, don't you? Everyone deserts me.“
Xander„Hey, I got to hit someone.“
Xander„Sure, he says he's a high school student, but I can say I'm a high school student.“
Xander„You released Molloch?“
Xander„But, you're planning to be missing out. I'm planning to be witty. I'm gonna make fun of all the people who won't talk to me.“
Buffy„Oh great, a book.“
Giles„Smell is the most powerful trigger to the memory there is. Certain flowers, a whif of smoke can bring up experiences long forgotten. Books smell, musty and rich. Knowledge gained from a computer is... it has not texture, no context. It's there and then it's gone. If it's to last, the getting of knowledge should be tangible, it should be... smelly.“
Willow„I have to sign off, I'll talk to you later.“
Xander„So, you going to The Bronze tonight? Oh, probably not. You probably have some vampire slaying or some lame endeavor like that, don't you? Everyone deserts me.“