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Buffy the Vampire Slayer
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| Title: | Choices |
| Episode Number: | 53 |
| Season: | 3 |
| Season Episode #.: | 19 |
| Production Number: | 3ABB19 |
| Original Airdate: | Tuesday May 04th, 1999 |
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Buffy and her friends decide to strike against the Mayor directly, and steal a magic box crucial to his Ascension. However, their plan is foiled when Willow is captured by Faith and used as leverage.
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| This episode scored a 5.2/8 in the ratings.
| This episode ranked 4th out of 15 WB shows for the week.
| This episode scored a 3.6 in the national ratings.
| Ranked 90 out of 124 prime time shows.
| Willow is in jeopardy once again. Angelus has her by the throat in "Innocence", Spike brandishes a broken bottle in her face in "Lovers Walk", and now Faith threatens to cut her throat.
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| Snyder: Okay, what's in the bag?
Student: My lunch.
Snyder: Is that the new drug lingo?
Student: No, it's my lunch.
| Willow: Faith, wait. I want to talk to you.
Faith: Oh yeah? Give me the speech again, please. "Faith, we're still your friends. We can help you. It's not too late."
Willow: It's way too late. You know, it didn't have to be this way. But you made your choice. I know you had a tough life. I know that some people think you had a lot of bad breaks. Well, boo hoo! Poor you. You know, you had a lot more in your life than some people. I mean, you had friends in your life like Buffy. Now you have no one. You were a Slayer and now you're nothing. You're just a big selfish, worthless waste.
(Faith hits Willow)
Faith: You hurt me, I hurt you. I'm just a little more efficient.
Willow: Oh, and here I just thought you didn't have a comeback.
| The Mayor: Well, this is exciting, isn't it? Clandestine meetings by dark of night. Exchange of prisoners. I just, I... I feel like we should all be wearing trench coats.
Buffy: Let her go.
The Mayor: No. Not until the box is in my hands. So you're the little girl that's been causing me all this trouble. She's pretty, Angel. A little skinny. Still don't understand why it couldn't work out with you and my Faith. Guess you kind of just have strange taste in women.
Angel: Well, what can I say? I like 'em sane.
| The Mayor: Well, I wish you kids the best, I really do. But if you don't mind a bit of fatherly advice, I, uh, I - I just don't see much of a future for you two. I don't sense a lasting relationship, and not just because I plan to kill you. You two have a bumpy road ahead.
Buffy: I don't think we need to talk about this.
The Mayor: God, you kids, you know. You don't like to think about the future, you don't like to make plans, but unless you want Faith to gut your friend like a sea bass, you'll show a little respect for your elders.
Angel: You're not my elder. I got a lot of years on you.
The Mayor: Yeah, and that's just one of the things you're going to have to deal with. You're immortal, she's not. It's not easy. I married my Edna May in ought-three and I was with her right until the end. Not a pretty picture. Wrinkled and senile and cursing me for my youth. Wasn't our happiest time. And let's forget the fact that any moment of true happiness will turn you evil. I mean, come on. What kind of a life can you offer her? I don't see a lot of Sunday picnics in the offing. I see skulking in the shadows, hiding from the sun. She's a blossoming young girl and you want to keep her from the life she should have until it's passed her by. My God! I think that's a little selfish. Is that what you came back from Hell for? Is that your greater purpose?
| The Mayor: There are about 50... billion of these happy little critters in here. Would you like to see? (lifts lid on the Box of Gavrok) Raise your hand if you're invulnerable.
| Principal Snyder: You... All of you... Why couldn't you be dealing drugs like normal people?
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