PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Minor issue with all the other shit we've gotta deal with 'round these parts, but I gotta say...

What the hell is up with music these days? What happened to cats like Sly, James, and Earth, Wind and Fire? It's fucking depressing.

iPods, though. Those're cool. Slaying and listening to Curtis Mayfield? A girl can get used to that.

I'm a crackhead too! Come have a go at me!

[Crackhead]
Don't listen to Xander. He's just upset because Anya won't let him have a threesome with you. ;)

Jeez B, I don't even know what to say to you any more. You really hate me that much you'd rather stay in crappy motels than face the idea of following my orders. I never asked for this you know, I never took anything from you. What more do you want from me anyway? What will it take for you to leave the past alone?

I'm feeling a real need for some serious bad guy ass kickings. Anyone wanna join me?

[Filtered to Sam]

How you holding up?

Alright, team. We have a... client? He needs to clear his home of some of those dracu-vamps. Currently we've got the blood to do it. Two, maybe three, come with me, and we'll clear the place out for him. Got it?

Hiro, with me. Kennedy. And Leah. Lets's go see how this'll work.

Faith, get a team on backup in case we need you.

Fred, See what you can make of this.

You're the one they told me I'm supposed to meet. Can't go out on patrol until I've talked to you or some other guy and since I'm new here I'm trying to be nice, but I'm itching to dust something.

My name's Nikki, by the way.

Why's the blonde 'sucker here, and why the hell's he saying he's got slayer friends, cause that fucker's dust next time I see him.

Fuck typing. It takes too long.

They ain't never told me in Sunday School that Heaven looks like this. I'm looking for someone named Bernard Crowley. He's old, white and British, probably toting around a kid named Robin about ten shades too dark to be his. Or he is if he knows what's good for him. Then someone needs to give me low down on why the hell I'm in Los Fucking Angeles, dig?