!Jonathan: Go away
.Buffy: Never gonna happen
?Jonathan: You think I won't use this
 - Buffy: I don't know, Jonathan. I just
!Jonathan: Stop doing that
?Buffy: Doing what
!Jonathan: Stop saying my name like we're friends! We're not friends! You all think I'm an idiot! A short idiot
Buffy: I don't. I don't think about you much at all. Nobody here really does. Bugs you, doesn't it? You have all this pain and all these feelings, and nobody's really paying attention
?Jonathan: You think I just want attention
Buffy: No. I think you're up in the clock tower with a high-powered rifle because you wanna blend in. Believe it or not Jonathan, I understand about the pain
!Jonathan: Oh right! Because the burden of being beautiful and athletic, that's a crippler
Buffy: You know what? I was wrong. You are an idiot. My life happens to, on occasion, suck beyond the telling of it. Sometimes more than I can handle. And it's not just mine. Every single person down there is ignoring your pain because they're too busy with their own. The beautiful ones. The popular ones. The guys that pick on you. Everyone. If you could hear what they were feeling. The loneliness. The confusion. It looks quiet down there. It's not. It's deafening... You know, .I could've taken that by now
.Jonathan: I know
.Buffy: I'd rather do it this way