Buffy: Was there someone else?
Hank: No. No, nothing like that.
Buffy: Then what was it?
Hank: It was you.
Buffy: Me?
Hank: Having you, Raising you, seeing you every day. I mean, do you have any idea what’s that like?
Buffy: What?
Hank: Gosh, you don’t even see what’s right in front of your face, do you? Well, big surprise there, all you ever think about is yourself. You get in trouble, you embarrass us with all the crazy stunts you pull, and do I have to go on?
Buffy: No. Please don’t.
Hank: You’re sullen, and rude, and you’re not nearly as bright as I thought you were going to be. I mean, Buffy, let’s be honest, could you stand to live in a house with a daughter like that?
Buffy: Why are you saying all these things?
Hank: Because they’re true. I think that’s the least we owe one another.
[She sniffles]