Buffy: Just have another drink..
Joyce: Don’t you talk to me that way! You don’t get to just dump something like this on me and pretend it’s nothing!
Buffy: I’m sorry, Mom, but I don’t have time for this.
Joyce: No, I am tired of “I don’t have time” or “You wouldn’t understand.” I am your mother and you will make time to explain yourself.
Buffy: I told you. I’m a vampire slayer.
Joyce: Well, I just don’t accept that!
Buffy: Open your eyes, Mom. What do you think has been going on for the past two years? The fights, the weird occurrences. How many times have you washed blood out of my clothing, and you still haven’t figured it out?
Joyce: Well, it stops now!
Buffy: No, it doesn’t stop! It never stops! Do you think I chose to be like this? Do you have any idea how lonely it is? How dangerous? I would love to be upstairs watching TV or gossiping about boys, or.. God, even studying! But I have to save the world! Again!