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Dec. 31st, 2007 @ 08:33 pm "Books smell. Musty and, and, and, and rich." ---Giles

Borders Books in downtown Silver Spring, Maryland 12/31/2007 5:26 p.m.

BUFFY: (sarcastically) Oh, great! A book!

GILES: Oh, uh, I, uh... haven't gone through the new arrivals. Uh, put it in, uh, in, in that pile.

Dave: Here, I'll get it.

BUFFY: Oh, thanks, Dave. The Willow pile.

GILES: Uh, when I've examined it, you can, uh, uh, skim it.

JENNY: Scan it, Rupert. That's scan it.

GILES: Of course.

JENNY: Oh, I know, our ways are strange to you, but soon you will join us in the 20th century. With three whole years to spare!

GILES: Ms. Calendar, I'm sure your computer science class is fascinating, but I happen to believe that one can survive in modern society without being a slave to the, um, idiot box.

JENNY: That's TV. The idiot box is TV. This (indicates a computer) is the *good* box!

GILES: I still prefer a good book.

Fritz: The printed page is obsolete.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.

JENNY: Thank you, Fritz, for making us all sound like crazy people. (to Giles) Fritz, Fritz comes on a little strong, but he does have a point. You know, for the last two years more e-mail was sent than regular mail.

GILES: Oh...

JENNY: More digitized information went across phone lines than conversation.

GILES: That is a fact that I regard with genuine horror.

JENNY: (teasingly) I'll bet it is.
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