Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1996–2003): Season 7, Episode 12 - Potential - full transcript

Previously on
Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Dawn, what happened here?
I saw Mom.

It's the big bad, Dawn.
The one we knew was coming.

I believe in you, Spike.

They were after Spike all along.
We know what we're up against: The First.

Now, Spike, you want to see
what a real vampire looks like?

As Neanderthals are to human beings,
the Turok-Han are to vampires.

Ferociously powerful killing machines,
as single-minded as animals.

They are the vampires
that vampires fear.

Nice place.
Bit of a mess.

They're all Slayers?



Potential Slayers,
waiting for one to be called.

There were many more like them
all over the world, but, um,

now there's just a handful, and they're
all on their way to Sunnydale.

How many girls arriving today?

Just one.

But since Giles has the coven searching
for other Slayers-in-waiting,

I bet we'll be seeing
a lot more soon enough.

- Rona, right?
- You're her.

Another potential arrived in
town the day before yesterday.

She's cold.
Been dead for days.

Poor kid. She made it all the way to
Sunnydale just to get herself killed.

- Eve.
- Eve, who's in our house?

- Get away from them.
- Buffy, what did Eve do? - That's not Eve.

One more down. Oh, well. Can't
save them all, can you, Buffy?



Bye.

I don't know
what's coming next.

But I do know it's
gonna be just like this.

Hard.

Painful.

Believe it. We'll be the
ones left standing.

Ohh.

Okay.

These two are dead.
Why?

'Cause the black chick
always gets it first?

- Ow.
- What was that, Rona?

I'm dead because
he's a vampire.

I don't have Slayer strength,
Slayer speed.

- It wasn't a fair fight.
- Vi.

Do you think I care if it's a fair fight?
No. No. No, sir.

You don't play
by the rules,

and I have learned
a valuable lesson of some sort.

- Ow.
- Okay, Spike.

You're right.

You don't have
Slayer strength,

but that doesn't mean
that you're not strong.

- You have inherent abilities that others do not have.
- Not like you do.

No, not yet,
but it's there.

You have the potential.

You have strength,
speed, instinct.

You just have to learn
to trust yourself. Rona.

What did your instincts
tell you to do just then?

Block his attack,
keep him off balance,

gain the advantage.

- No, they didn't.
- They told me to run.

- Vi?
- They told me to run.

They're still sort of
telling me to run.

Don't fight on his terms. Your
gut's telling you to run, run.

Regain the higher ground.
Make the fight your own.

Spike, what did your instincts
tell you to do just then?

Hunt. Kill.

Come at me, full speed.

He needs to kill to live.

- That tells you everything
you need to know.

Instinct. Understand
his, but trust yours.

You were chosen for a reason.

- A-Are you okay?
- Fine.

Couple of ribs ain't quite
set right since... I'm fine.

Let me see. Spike.
No.

Buffy. I'm okay.

I'm gonna be okay.

That's hot.

So we're supposed to, like,
make out with him or something?

Careful, Buffy.

Just when you think it's part of the
lesson, he'll... hurt your arm.

Molly, Kennedy, let's go.
You're up. Next lesson.

One-armed push-ups are bull.

- I can do 'em.
- Bananas.

I'm more of a chin-up kind of girl.
I can do chin-ups till the cows come home.

I can do the kind
where you clap between.

You're all gonna die,
but you knew that already.

'Cause that's the cool reward
for being human.

The big dessert
at the end of the meal.

Don't kid yourselves,
you guys.

This whole thing
is all about death.

You think you're different 'cause
you might be the next Slayer?

Death is what
a Slayer breathes,

what a Slayer dreams about
when she sleeps.

Death is what
a Slayer lives.

My death could make you
the next Slayer.

Oh, goody.
Rapt attention.

I love that so much.

Now, where was I?

Ah.

If we go with what Anya's
resources are telling us,

then the First is in remission for a
while, which we think means advantage us.

What does that mean,
about the First?

Best we can tell,

he, or more precisely, it...

was putting a lot of stock in that
ubervamp thing, the Chaka Khan.

Turok-Han?

So when I kicked its ass, the whole Firsty
circus decided to back off for a while.

Good news?

It means you probably don't have to worry
about it pulling Spike's strings for a while.

Here's the half empty.

Time away means
time to regroup,

and part of that regrouping is
coming back stronger than ever.

The odds
are against us.

Time is against us.

And some of us will die
in this battle.

Decide now that
it's not going to be you.

I know
you're all tired,

far away from home,
anxious.

But you're all special.

Most people in this world have
no idea why they're here...

or what they want to do.

You do.

You have a mission,

a reason for being here.

You're not here
by chance.

You're here because
you are the Chosen Ones.

Dawn, you'd better hurry up and eat
something so you're not late for school.

Xander, I know.
I'm sorry.

If you're gonna take a shower
at my house, lock the door.

Of course they're curious.

Hey, I gotta go.
Uh, has Giles checked in yet?

I thought he was picking up that
Chao-Ahn girl in Shanghai yesterday.

Okay. Well, let me know
if he does. Bye.

Amanda, right?

I'm all yours. Do people
ever think you're weird?

Uh, I guess.

Sure, in a charming,
endearing, lovable...

Yeah.

I feel like people
think I'm weird.

So they pick on me.
But I might be. Weird.

Amanda, why do you think
that you're weird?

Well, one of the boys
who picks on me,

I kind of...

See, if a guy
picks on you,

is it weird
to think he's cute?

Oh.

It's just the last few times
I've seen him,

I've wanted to, you know,

pick on him extra, more.

Uh-huh.

The thing is,
I can't tell.

My mom says when a guy teases
you, it means he likes you.

Sometimes that's true.
Is it weird?

We're mean to each other,
and we like each other.

Well, it depends.

Sometimes that's how
people relate...

Being mean to each other.

Even mortal enemies.

Then with the...
And that leads to no good.

Absolutely no good.
And much confusion.

And then it's over, absolutely,
seriously, definitely over.

That's confusing too,
the over part.

Which it is... over.

So... maybe.

There might be a more
appropriate place to do that,

like maybe outside,
in a different state.

Why do we always
have to yell?

I was only gone
a couple of hours.

Buffy. Hey, everybody, look.
It's Willow.

Perhaps with a blunt
weapon of some sort.

Buffy,
we just got news.

And she's sure?
Positive.

Althenea said the seers located another
potential Slayer here in Sunnydale,

someone that
already lives here.

Oh, God.

These girls flocking to town, and this
one's already here right under our noses.

Wait. The seers couldn't find out her
name or, like, her address or anything?

Am I getting the definition
of "seer" wrong?

I was going to take the girls out
tonight for a little show and tell,

but maybe now
I shouldn't.

They were so excited. You're
gonna break their little hearts.

This town is lousy
with Bringers.

I don't want to risk that they
find this new girl first.

No, you should go. I can do a
spell to find her tonight.

I just have to get together
a few ingredients.

But you shouldn't skip your training.
It's too important.

You think
you can handle it?

- No problemo.
- Yeah, you guys have more important things to do.

Okay. I'll take 'em.

Yes!

Andrew,
you're not going.

Ooh, crossbow.
Gotta love it.

Feels like
I'm storming a castle.

You do a lot of that? I might
if I had a beauty like this.

Halt!

- See, that's why we don't point the weapons in the kitchen.
- It's not loaded.

That's always the lead quote under the headline,
"Household Crossbow Accident Claims Teen."

- Oh, a mace.
- Yeah, that's better.

Gotta go with the stake.
It's classic.

I like the feel of wood in my hand.
Lost me there.

Hey, are we
gearing up already?

Oh, right. You guys are going
on your little group patrol.

It's more than that.
It's an outing.

I'm thinking tonight we might
actually get to kill things.

- I've killed things sometimes.
- I'm not begging.

You're like a small dog
dancing for Snausages.

- You don't want me coming along 'cause you think I'm evil.
- He doesn't seem evil, exactly.

He's not evil,
but when he gets close to it,

he picks up its flavor
like a mushroom or something.

But I'm reformed. I'm like
Vegeta on Dragon Ball Z.

I used to be a pure Saiyan, and
now I fight on the side of Goku.

Still not coming.

It's not fair. Spike has killed
people, and he gets to go.

Spike didn't have free will.
You did.

I hate my free will.

- This where you're all hiding. We ready to go or what?
- Hey, Spike!

Let's go, girls.
Grab your weapons.

- All right, let's do it.
- Okay.

I don't know about you guys, but
I'm ready to kick some serious...

You want to play
Dragon Ball Z?

Okay, I got my
tumbleweed, my eggs.

Got my chrysalises.

Chrysali?

My butterfly transformer pods.

Hey, where is
my snakeskin?

At your s-s-service,
Miss Rosenberg,

s-s-s-sir.

Can you imagine if every once in a while,
people wriggled out of their skin...

and left it behind them,
like, on the sidewalk?

Talk about embarrassing.

Hey, do you think this girl, uh,
this Potential, goes to Sunnydale?

Hmm.
Well, I guess probably, huh?

I mean, she's gotta be
about that age.

Could be anybody. Could be
that glamazon in gym class.

What's her name?

Oh, my lab partner,
Margo, the freak.

I hope not, because she totally fainted right
in the middle of our fetal pig dissection.

Somehow I just don't think she's
cut out for the slayage biz.

Killing pigs is just so wrong.
And also hard.

Well, we'll know soon enough
who the next Potential is.

Somebody's life
is about to change.

How long will it take? Will you
find out who it is right away?

Pretty much. The spell will
conjure up this brilliant light.

And the light
will find the Potential,

and it will illuminate her
with a glowing aura.

- Cool.
- I've enchanted this map...

so that we can track
her basic location.

We'll have to hotfoot it, but I'm
betting we find her tonight.

You know,
if it is Margo,

she's so gonna faint.

To light the aura of the new,
skin of snake and chrysalis too.

To indicate
the fresh reborn,

tumbleweed
and rosebush thorn.

An egg that means
the life to come.

Take this, oh spirits,
and my spell is done.

Oh, good God!
What is that smell?

Fairly sure that's the smell of a
hard-boiled egg being thrown into a fire.

- Uh-huh.
- The smell will lead us to the Potential.

Or some poor soul who ate
too many chimichangas.

She'll also be lit
with a... a brilliant aura.

Is it supposed to be
shimmying all over like that?

I don't know.
I don't think so.

So you messed up
a spell again.

At least it smells
otherworldly.

No, look. Pretty.

I suck.

I'm sorry, you guys.

Maybe we could figure something
out on the computer.

Good call. I'm gonna open the
door and let this place air out.

Don't worry, Wil.
It's really no big.

I just... I was sure
that it was gonna work.

Dawn!

I think it worked.

Dawn!

Dawn, are you okay?

Maybe y-you
did it wrong?

Was it ambiguous
in any way?

Did you maybe say "potential sailors"?
'Cause I do like the water.

I did it right. Wow. She...
You're a Potential.

You could be
the next Slayer.

Oh.
Wow.

It's like one second you were this
klutzy teenager with fake memories...

and a history
of kleptomania.

Then suddenly you're a hero, a hero
with a much abbreviated life-span.

This is huge! We have
to think about this.

I can't think about this.
It doesn't fit in my head.

A Slayer.
Makes sense, I guess.

Remember that thing about they
share the same blood or whatever?

Yeah, I never got that.

She has to die.

I mean, if I was ever the
Slayer, it would mean she died.

Well, it's a lot like
being the pope in that way,

except you don't have to be
some old Catholic.

We've gotta call Buffy.
She's gonna be so excited.

No, we can't. She didn't
bring her cell phone.

Well, sure, 'cause all the
important people are with her.

- You're important now.
- Wh-What happens now?

Well, you could start by maybe
sitting still for a sec.

I can't. I need to know
what happens to my life.

- I guess Buffy trains you.
- Right.

I train with the Potentials,
o-other Potentials,

learn to do the stuff
they're learning.

We also have to protect you
from the, uh, eyeless guys,

the ones with
the sharp, sharp knives.

- Bringers.
- It's okay. We'll protect you.

- What if they saw the spell?
- Saw the spell?

Dawn, they can't see
flash cards. Big ones.

We did a big, orange,
powerful spell.

What if they sensed it?
What if they're on their way?

Are we gonna replace the microwave? I was
thinking Orville Redenbacher with butter.

- What's going on?
- Dawn's gonna be a Slayer.

Holy crap! Excuse me.

Plucked from an ordinary life,
handed a destiny?

- Say "Skywalker," and I smack you.
- Does Buffy know?

She didn't
take her phone.

- Incommunicado.
- Well, we'll tell her as soon as she gets back.

- Let's not.
- What? Dawn, she has to know.

I-I know.
Just not right away.

Guys, when Mom appeared
to me, she said...

- Dawnie.
- No. Please.

She said something about
Buffy, and I'm thinking...

I'm just not so sure
Buffy will be happy for me.

- Of course she will.
- Will she?

I'm not even sure I'm happy for me.
Everything's different for me now.

That's because you're a part of something
larger, like being swallowed...

by something larger.

This... This is too much
for my head again.

I-I can't...
I need to be...

Nice job with the
getting-swallowed analogy.

It is a mixed bag,
you know.

If she gets to be the Slayer, then
her life is short and brutal.

And if she doesn't, then it
smells of unfulfilled potential.

- My swallowed analogy looks pretty sweet right now.
- It's not like that.

It's like she's part
of this huge power.

I know what that feels like.
It feels wonderful.

Yes, Willow so captured it.
It's like...

Well, it's almost like this
metaphor for womanhood, isn't it?

The sort of flowering that
happens when a girl realizes...

that she's part of a fertile heritage
stretching back to Eve and...

I'll pay you to talk
about Star Wars again.

This isn't about
womanly power.

This is about the fact that Dawn might
have bought herself an early death.

We don't know that. Right. All we
know is that everything just changed.

Why don't you go find Buffy?
I still think she needs to know.

What if she doesn't like it?

Are you worried about what
Dawn said, about the ghost?

We don't even know if that really was Joyce.
We don't know what she meant about Buffy.

I'm not talking about that. What do you think
Buffy's gonna do with this information?

Jump up and down, teach Dawn the secret
handshake? She knows what this means.

Short, brutal life. Sharp, sharp knives.
I covered this.

Right. You think Buffy
really wants that for Dawn?

And besides, Dawn doesn't
want any of us telling her yet.

Dawn's freaking out.
Her input... not worth that much right now.

She's a child. Of course
she can't handle this.

Something out there said she could
handle this and a hell of a lot more.

Something out there chose her.
I'm chosen.

She can handle it. Is that why she's
hiding in her room right now?

She's just getting used to it.
Let it happen.

- She doesn't have to rush.
- He's right.

We shouldn't rush her.

Rushing's only gonna
get her killed.

Take that!

This is a bar.
Best damn field trip I ever took.

Look, they're all...
They're demons.

It's a demon bar.

It's like a gay bar,
only with demons. Spike!

Long time.

Nice of you
to bring snacks.

Touch them
and lose your privates.

- I didn't like him.
- Nice job of blending in, girls.

We're 15-year-olds in a demon bar. How much
blending did you think we were gonna do?

Look, it's okay. Usually, you come to a
place like this, you want to be seen.

You want to scare someone
or make contact.

- Or have a strong drink?
- Not usually that.

You don't drink?
Sure, I do.

I mean, no.
It would be wrong.

- Do they card?
- Nope. Go ahead.

Down all the yak urine shots or
pig's butt spritzers you like.

- Gross.
- Got that right.

The prices they charge, you could get
human blood straight from the body.

- Vampire.
- Look, if I come here,

it's because I gotta wring information
out of something large, scary, drunk,

with a room full of friends who don't
care very much for the Slayer.

Remember that. Not a being in here that
wouldn't gladly rip your throat out.

Buffy?
Girl, how you been?

Clem! You look great,
so toned.

- He's ripping out her throat right now.
- It is so good to see you.

I saw this great show on the History Channel
the other night that I knew you would love.

Then something went all flooey
with my TiVo. Can I talk to you?

- Yeah.
- You think she dated him too?

Okay, everyone. This is the girls.
Howdy.

So, you girls are gonna
deal with demons, huh?

Just let me tell you this.

I could use a shot of that
yak urine right about now.

Hey.

Hey, Dawn.
What you doin'?

Uh, just walking.
You?

Um, yeah.
Just walkin' too.

Okay.
Well, have a good walk.

I guess I'll see you Monday morning?
Yeah.

You all right?

Sure.
Just walking, you know?

A-Are you all right?
You've got a thing.

I guess I...
I had a bit of a...

It's been a bizarre night.

What happened?
Who did that to you?

Uh... nobody, exactly.

I don't think you'd exactly
believe me. Try me.

I was at school late because
of, you know, Swing Choir.

And I tore my sweater,
the striped ones we wear.

So I went to Home Sciences
to sew it up. Uh-huh.

And by the time I was finished,
the place was empty,

so it was all echoey
and lonely and...

Then there was this guy,
or thing,

and it was...
It scratched me,

and I kind of dodged it,
and it kind of hit its head.

What kind of thing?

I don't know.

It was messed up.

In the face,
around hereabouts.

And when it scratched
at you, did it...

Was it scratching
with its teeth?

Is it real?

Was it really a vampire?

I bet you think
I'm crazy.

I believe you.

Well, cool.

The thing is, after it hit its
head, I kind of freaked out.

I trapped it in a room, and it's still
there. I don't know what to do.

It's okay. This is totally dealable.
Don't worry.

I was thinking
of getting your sister.

You know something
about my sister?

Well, I've heard
people talking.

A lot of 'em think she's some kind
of high-functioning schizophrenic,

but I also heard that maybe... like maybe
she could help with this kind of thing.

Do you think
we should go get her?

She's out.

I'll take this one.

Whew!

I think
I strained something.

Maybe something I'll need
later in life. Come on.

The vampire's
upstairs.

Are you spooked out?
No.

I'm all right.
I can do this.

It's mostly instinct,
I think.

So, if he scratched me
with a tooth, am I...

I'm not gonna turn
into one, am I?

Only if he slashed open one of his own veins
and led you to drink deep of his blood.

Nope.

Good. You're lucky he didn't
hurt you way more than that.

Right.
He can do that.

So, I was thinking,

we don't have to kill
the vampire, do we?

What?

Uh, just suppose he got out
and was maybe, like,

encouraged toward the gym while
the marching band was playing.

Because the way they look down on the Swing
Choir, it might be, you know, funny.

I'm just sayin'.

Well, he didn't break down
the door anyway.

Yeah.
Can they do that?

They're very strong, and
although they feel pain,

they don't hold back
because of it.

I guess you're some kind
of monster expert too.

Let's just say
it runs in the family.

I thought you said
it was locked.

It was.

It was here.

Amanda?

It got out.

Where'd it go?

I don't know, but we
have to get out of here.

- What are you doing?
- I can never remember.

Does it have to be right side up or
upside down to work? Which is it?

A vampire is an animal.

Sometimes
they run in packs,

sometimes alone.

- Who can tell us where we are?
- It's a nest.

- How can you tell?
- Only a vamp could live like this.

Some, yeah. As a group, we're not
known for our tasteful decor,

but in all fairness to the race, this
place is seriously lacking in style.

Thank you, Spike.
Merely saying.

He has a point.

Vampires can live anywhere,
any way they want.

Tastes, fashions, living
conditions... they can vary.

The animal inside?
Always the same.

Where'd you live?

What, you mean before?

A crypt, actually, but nicer.

A bit more...

I don't know if "posh" is the right
word, but it was more like...

- Comfy.
- Excuse me?

When did you
find it comfy?

Moving on.

You want to stay alive?

You have to spot and identify a nest
on sight. Look around, all of you.

Look for signs that last night maybe two dozen
vampires were right where we're standing.

Go ahead.

Work, work, work. This little excursion
was just in danger of being interesting.

You know something, Spike?

Interesting
is not a problem.

Buffy, I think
we found something.

It's a body.

It's not a body.
It's leftovers.

In here!

Help. We need
to barricade this.

Too small. Oh!

Too big.

Stay down.

You think we're safe?

No one's safe.
Not here, not ever.

- You see this guy?
- He was dead a minute ago.

That was a minute ago.
Now...

- Hey!
- He's the enemy.

- Amanda?
- Yes? - Listen.

I'm listening. We're
gonna get out of this.

Both of us. Alive.

- Do you believe me?
- I believe you.

Good, 'cause I got a plan.

You can't think too much.

Reacting's better.

It could be the difference between
staying alive and that other thing.

This plan of mine? I'm not
guaranteeing it'll work.

Better than mine about him
eating the marching band.

Besides,
your plan will work.

In case you haven't noticed,
I don't know what I'm doing.

You're getting it done.

The question is never,
what do you think?

It's always...
what do you know?

You gotta know, 'cause if you
don't, if you make one mistake...

It takes just one vampire
to kill you.

So you've gotta know you can take him.
Know your environment.

Know what's around you
and know how to use it.

In the hands of a Slayer, everything is
a weapon, if you know how to see it.

When you're fighting, you have to know
yourself... your brain, your body.

Know how to stay calm,
centered.

Every move is important. Every
blow's gotta be part of your plan.

If you make that one mistake,
then it's over.

You're not the Slayer.

You're not a Potential.

You're dead.
So what do you know?

See now, the only thing
you know for sure?

You got me.

Come on, sweetie.
Open up.

Want me to kick down the door?
Anya.

What?
It'd be funny.

Besides, she's been
sulking in there forever.

Ah.

Crap.

Double crap.
Gone.

We gotta find her
before the Bringers do.

I can do a locator spell, but we've
gotta hurry. And find Buffy.

- Amanda, help me!
- I can't.

Amanda!

No! You don't want her!

You want me.

Amanda!

What were those?
Amanda, listen to me.

You remember when you said I was special?
Well, I'm not.

You're... But the
thing is, you are.

This is your battle, Amanda.
No. I can't!

You can!
You've got to.

Look, I've got your back, but
this is something you have to do.

It's something
you were born to do.

Here.
This belongs to you.

Buffy, up here.

Here!

Okay, one minute
I'm in Swing Choir,

and the next...

What the hell
is going on?

You tell me to come to you
with problems.

Turns out a vampire
attacked me. Problem.

So I go to your house, only when I get
there, this orange cloud hits me.

She was at the doorway.

I don't know if you're into drugs,
but that's not my deal, all right?

That cloud hit me, and I got a
little dizzy and discombobulated.

It was Willow's spell.
She's the potential Slayer.

I'm sure the vampire thought we were,
like, what? Four helpless girls.

Then Vi actually yells,
"We're four helpless girls."

That was part of my plan.

When it started going down, we
knew what we were doing, for real.

Yeah, like when you dodged that first
attack and then cracked him across the jaw.

No, no. See, I wouldn't have been able to
do that if you hadn't took his legs out.

I hurt his arm. Yup. And an arm
can be as lethal as a mouth.

When you staked him, seriously,
the rush was like...

So, you took one out solo.

Yeah. What was that like?

I don't know.

I mean,
when I saw the vampire...

Vamp?
Vampire is good too.

Cool.

Yeah, when that vampire attacked
me, I felt this... kind of charge.

You know?

Like you realize
in one instant...

that your whole life
is different.

Exactly.

It's that rush
you're talking about.

Hey.

You okay?
Yeah.

I was thinking of hitting the books,
do some research on the First.

It's in retreat mode now, but you're still
gonna need to know how to fight it.

Great. Sounds good.
Hey, you guys?

You want to head downstairs, get
our newest arrival up to speed?

Come on.

What's up?

I'm just thinking
about the girls.

It's a harsh gig
being a Potential.

Just being picked
out of a crowd.

Danger, destiny.
Plus, if you act now, death.

They can handle it.

Yeah.

They're special,
no doubt.

And the amazing thing is, not
one of them will ever know.

Not even Buffy.
Know what?

How much harder it is
for the rest of us.

- No way. They've got the...
- Seven years, Dawn.

Working with the Slayer,

seeing my friends get
more and more powerful.

A witch, a demon.

Hell, I could fit Oz
in my shaving kit,

but come a full moon, he had a
wolfy mojo not to be messed with.

Powerful.
All of them.

And I'm the guy
who fixes the windows.

Well, you had that sexy
army training for a while,

and... and the windows
really did need fixing.

I saw what you did
last night.

Yeah. I...

I guess I kind of lost my head
when I thought I was the Slayer.

You thought you were
all special.

Miss Sunnydale 2003.

And the minute
you found out you weren't,

you handed the crown to Amanda
without a moment's pause.

You gave her your power.

The power wasn't mine.

They'll never know
how tough it is, Dawnie,

to be the one
who isn't chosen,

to live so near to the spotlight
and never step in it.

But I know.

I see more than anybody realizes
because nobody's watching me.

I saw you last night.

I see you
working here today.

You're not special.

You're extraordinary.

Maybe that's your power.

What?

Seeing. Knowing.

Maybe it is.

Maybe I should get a cape.

A cape is good.

Yeah.

Grr! Arrgh!