Giles: This Saturday's going to need a great deal of preparation.
Willow: Well, we'll help.
Xander: Yeah, I'll whittle stakes.
Willow: And I can research stuff.
Xander: And while I'm whittling, I plan to whistle a jaunty tune.
Giles: Yes, your help will be greatly appreciated, but when it comes to battle, Buffy must fight alone. You are, after all, the Slay... (sees Snyder in the hall) ...slay-ve. Slaves. You're, you're all slaves to the, uh, television.