4.01 The Freshman

Riley: I'm okay. It's okay. Well, that was bracing.
Buffy: I'm so... the books were just too high, and then everything was bad.
Riley: Let me give you a hand. Let's put a few of these down here. So, uh, are you girls taking Intro Psych, or do you just want me dead?
Buffy: Uh-huh. I mean the first one.

Riley: It's nice to meet you both.
Buffy: I'm nice to meet.

Buffy: Yeah, you know, 'cause everyone's got a brain. Or, almost everyone.

Riley: If, uh, you're looking for Psych, it's through here.
Buffy: Oh, thanks. How's your head?
Riley: Sorry?
Buffy: Yesterday. In the bookstore. You don't remember.
Riley: Oh no, sure, I remember you. You're Willow's friend.
Buffy: Yeah.
Riley: My head is fine, it just stung for a bit and I lost most of my basic motor functions. It's no biggie. We're here. I'm sorry, I'm trying to remember you.
Buffy: Buffy.

Buffy: You know, I was just wondering. Professor Walsh isn't planning on yelling at me and kicking me out of the class, is she?
Riley: It's not in her lesson plan.