D.B. Woodside: Principal Robin Wood

Get It Done

Principal Robin Wood

Spike: And just what brings our good principal to this neck of the gloom?
Buffy Summers: I'm showing him our operation. Us.
Spike: Fine by me. Big fight against evil comin' up. The more good guys we've got, the longer we'll all live.
Principal Robin Wood: Is that what you are? A good guy?
Spike: I haven't heard any complaints. Well, I have heard a few complaints over the years, but then I just killed whoever spoke up, and that was pretty much that.
Buffy Summers: He's joking.
Principal Robin Wood: No, he's not.
Spike: No, I'm not.

[Buffy shows Principal Wood the Summers house, Andrew storms into the room wearing an apron and oven mitts]
Andrew Wells: Where the hell have you been? This funnel cake is kicking my ass.
Principal Robin Wood: Yeah, I hear they're tricky.
Buffy Summers: Robin Wood, this is Andrew.
Principal Robin Wood: It's a pleasure.
Buffy Summers: Andrew is our... Actually, he's our hostage.
Andrew Wells: I like to think of myself more as a "guestage."
Principal Robin Wood: So, you- you hold him here against his will?
Buffy Summers: Well, he was evil, and we had people got killed, and-and now he, bakes. It-It's a thing.
Principal Robin Wood: Oh.
Andrew Wells: Could we try to just keep our secret headquarters a little bit secret? Keep bringing people in, they're gonna see everything. They'll see the big board.
Buffy Summers: Andrew, we don't have a big board.
[Andrew fetches a white dry-erase board covered with colorful illustrations]
Andrew Wells: I, uh, made it myself.
Principal Robin Wood: Oh, I wouldn't have guessed.

[Willow walks out the back door onto the porch, arms full of weapons. She freezes when she sees Principal Wood]
Willow Rosenberg: Oh, hi. Hey. Well, Buffy, I- I see that our preparation for the school pep-dance-cheer-drill contest are coming along.
[to the potentials]
Willow Rosenberg: Bring it on!
Buffy Summers: It's okay, I filled him in on everything.
Willow Rosenberg: [sighs] Oh, thank God! If I had to explain all these weapons, I had nothing.
Principal Robin Wood: Buffy tells me you have been, um, oh, how shall I put it. Experimenting... with the magicks.
Willow Rosenberg: Oh, yeah. Oh-Oh, nothing too heavy, though. Just the lighter, safer stuff. Uh, if Kennedy asks, her pointy stuff's right there. See you inside.
[to Buffy]
Willow Rosenberg: So much cooler than Snyder.
[leaves]
Principal Robin Wood: She really almost destroyed the world?
Buffy Summers: Yep.
Principal Robin Wood: Remind me not to make her crabby.

Kennedy: You've got the magic. Use it.
Willow Rosenberg: Wh- I-I-I don't even know what magic to use.
Kennedy: Why not just try all 32 flavors? Worst thing that happens is you go brunette.
Willow Rosenberg: That's not the worst thing that can happen.
Anya: She's right. And you know we have a choice. We can risk Willow's life and the rest of our lives to get Buffy back, or we leave her out there.
Principal Robin Wood: If we play it safe back here, Buffy could stay lost.
Anya: You missed her "everyone sucks but me" speech. If she's so superior, let her find her own way back.

Buffy Summers: The Hellmouth has begun its semi-annual percolation. Usually, it blows around May.
Principal Robin Wood: Was it like this before? I mean, it just seems to me as if things are getting bad faster than we thought.
Buffy Summers: We're a little ahead of schedule.

Principal Robin Wood: And now I'd like to see where you work.
Buffy Summers: Uh, here, actually. Uh, th-this is my desk, and, uh, these are-are my pencils.
Principal Robin Wood: No. Where you do your *other* work.

Principal Robin Wood: I knew I signed on for somethin', bug, Buffy, I'm just a guy... granted, a cool and sexy vampire-fightin' guy, but still.
Buffy Summers: Don't forget snappy dresser.

Kennedy: So, what do you think? My girls ready to kick some ass or what?
Principal Robin Wood: Looking strong.
Kennedy: But?
Principal Robin Wood: Oh, I'm just not sure The First *has* an ass you can actually, you know, kick.