Hush
Maggie: "So this is what it is... talking about communication, talking about language... not the same thing. It's about inspiration... Not the idea, but the moment before the idea when its total. When it blossoms in your mind and connects to everything. It's about the thoughts and experiences that we don't have a word for."
Riley: "Don't worry. If I kiss you it'll make the sun go down... See."
Buffy: "Fortune favors the brave."
Little Girl: "Can't even shout. Can't even cry. The gentlemen are coming by. Looking in windows. Knocking on doors. They need to take seven and they might take yours. Can't call to mom. Can't say a word. You're gonna die screaming, but you won't be heard."
Willow: "Boy, that was an exciting class, huh?"
Buffy: "Oh yeah. Wow."
Willow: "And that last twenty minutes -- it was a revelation. Just laid out everything we needed to know for the final. I'd hat to have missed that."
Buffy: "Just tell me I didn't snore."
Willow: "You were very discreet. Minimal drool."
Buffy: "Oh, yay."
Riley: "So what have you got going tonight?"
Buffy: "Patrolling."
Riley: "Patrolling?"
Buffy: "Uh, petroleum."
Riley: "Petroleum?"
Buffy: "Uh huh."
Riley: "Tonight you have crude oil?"
Buffy: "And homework. What about you?"
Riley: "Oh, you know, grading papers..."
Buffy: "Well, that'll be fun."
Riley: "Not 'petroleum' fun, but it passes the time..."
Buffy: "Fortune favors the brave..."
Giles: "Well, it certainly could be one of your prophetic dreams, or it could just be the eternal mystery that is your brain."
Anya: "What do I mean to you?"
Xander: "Well, I... we, you know, we spend... we'll talk about it later."
Anya: "I think we should talk about it now!"
Giles: "Thank you for knocking --"
Xander: "If you don't know how I feel --"
Anya: "I don't! This isn't a relationship. You don't need me! All you care about is lots of orgasms!"
Xander: "Okay, remember when we talked about private conversations? How they're less private when they're in front of my friends?"
Spike: "Oh, we're not your friends. Go on."
Giles: "Please don't."
Giles: "I have a friend coming to town. I'd like us to be alone."
Anya: "Oh. You mean an orgasm friend."
Giles: "Yes, that's exactly the most appaling thing you could have said."
Buffy: "So, not stellar, huh?"
Willow: "Talk! All talk: blah blah Gaia blah blah moon, menstrual lifefore power... I thought after a few sessions we'd get into something real, but..."
Buffy: "No actual witches in your witch group."
Willow: "Buncha wannablessedbe's. Nowadays every girl with a henna tattoo and a spice rack thinks she's a sister to the dark ones."
Buffy: "We almost, but..."
Willow: "Get with it! I need my vicarious smoochies!"
Buffy: "I don't know -- I get nervous, and I start babbling, and he babbles -- it's a babble-fest. Plus every time we talk, I have to lie. The slayer thing comes up one way or another... I wish I could just come clean."
Spike: "Like I'd bite you anyway."
Xander: "Oh, you would."
Spike: "Not bloody likely."
Xander: "I happen to be very biteable, pal. I'm moist and delicious."
Spike: "All right, yeah fine. You're a nummy treat."
Xander: "And don't you forget it."
** Xander stops. He points at Spike -- You did this! Spike looks at him. Me?
Xander realizes that's idiotic. Thinks. Rushes to the phone.
Buffy reenters her room as the phone rings, picks it up, remembers she can't talk --
-- as does Xander, who hangs up. Spike looks at him like he's an idiot. **
In Case of Emergency, Use Stairs
The Bank: Sorry, we're CLOSED.
The Liquor Store: Yes, we're OPEN!"
Newscaster: "We have this breaking news item from Sunnydale California: Apparently the entire town has been quarantined due to an epidemic of -- as strange as this may sound -- laryngitis. It seems the entire town has been rendered unable to speak. There is no work yet of what might have caused this or what other effects might be seen from this epidemic. Local authorities have issued a statement -- a written statement, I should say -- blaming recent flu vaccinations. A few skeptics call it a city-wide hoax. In the meanwhile, Sunnydale has effectively shut down; all schools and businesses will be closed for the time being, and residents are advised to stay home and rest up. The Center for Disease Control has ordered the entire town quarantined -- no one can go in or out -- until the syndrome is identified or the symptoms disappear. We'll bring you more on that as it develops."
WHO ARE THE GENTLEMEN?
THEY ARE FAIRY TALE MONSTERS.
WHAT DO THEY WANT?
** Willow's hand shoots up. She points meaningfully at her heart --
Xander cups hands in front of chest mouths "Boobies?"
Willow and Buffy look at him disgustedly. Willow points at screen. **
HEARTS
** Xander mouths "Oh" **
THEY COME TO A TOWN...
THEY STEAL ALL THE VOICES, SO NO ONE CAN SCREAM.
THEN:
** Picture of a Gentleman cutting into a sleeping man. Kind of bloody.
Picture of the Gentleman holding up the man's heart. There is blood everywhere.
Xander, Willow, and Buffy exchange a look. Giles is getting a little carried away with the blood there.
Anya happily munches popcorn. She is fully enjoying the show. **
THEY NEED SEVEN. THEY HAVE AT LEAST TWO.
** Xander snaps fingers hold up his note pad. **
HOW DO YOU KILL THEM?"
** Buffy snorts contemptuously, then circles her fist around an imaginary stake and plunges it down repeatedly towards her lap.
Everyone looks at her, a little thrown; the gesture doesn't read the way she intended.
Realizing it, Buffy hurriedly and sheepishly grabs a stake from her bag and repeats the gesture.
Everyone makes, 'Oh I get it' faces.
Giles shakes his head. **
IN THE TALES, NO SWORD CAN KILL THEM
BUT THE PRINCESS SCREAMED ONCE AND THEY ALL DIED
** Willow, frantic with an idea, reaches into her bag and pulls out a CD. Mimes a person singing, then a Gentleman covering his ears in pain and then flopping over dead with his tougue hanging out. **
ONLY A REAL HUMAN VOICE
** Willow rolls her eyes.
Buffy snaps fingers, holds up: **
HOW DO I GET MY VOICE BACK?
** Giles shrugs. **
BUFFY WILL PATROL TONIGHT
** Giles' drawing of Buffy on the screen.
Buffy looks at it disgustly, she finds it less than flattering. Holds hands up to her hips showing they're much slimmer than they appear in Giles' drawing.
Giles points to self and the others then picks up research book.
Everyone stands, the show concluded. **
** Buffy signals to Riley to smash the Gentleman's box on the table which is holding the town's voices. He get the message, grabs his rifle and dramatically swings his rifle butt down on a harmless incense bowl.
Riley looks proud of his heroic actions.
Buffy looks at him, exasperated. Points to the box and mimes opening a box.
Riley looks confused for a moment. Get it and smashes the correct item this time. **
Buffy: "AAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Willow: "Oh, I'm not -- I don't have much in the way of power, really, I mean most of my potions come out... soup. Also, spells going awry, friends in danger -- I'm definitely nothing special."
Tara: "No, you are."
Riley: "Well. I guess we have to talk."
Buffy: "I guess we do."
* They sit and look at each other silently. *