Xander: Rough day? (flicks a lighter) Come on, Buff, be a lonely drunk. (flicks a lighter) Rough day?
Buffy: Stop flicking at me.
Xander: Work with me here. I'm finally an essential part of your college-y life. No more looking down on the townie. I'm the new bartender over at the pub. Got my lighter, my rag, my empathy face.
Willow: Aren't you too young to be a bartender?
Xander: Au contraire, mon frere.
Buffy: "Mon frere" means brother.
Xander: Mon girl-frere. Behold. (Xander shows his very fake I.D.)
Willow: I don't believe this is entirely on the up-and-up.
Xander: What gives it away?
Willow: Looking at it.
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