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Fare-thee-well... (or however you spell it!)
OK, Darcy and I and all the ickle girlies are going on holiday toworrow (for 2 1/2 weeks!) so this is a sort-of goodbye. See there will be broadband (we're going to my parents'), but I have a feeling I'll only have time to skim my flist now and again, so much lurking ahead!
I'll leave you with [the script for/transcript of] Amy Acker's screen test (which is apparently an extra on the S3 DVDs), curtesy of Stephen Tempest.
The scene is a library. WESLEY is reading a book. FRED rushes in, looking flustered.
FRED: Wesley? Hi. There could be a situation. Th-there might have been a slight, um, beast come out of one of those old books. I-I mean you can't just read 'em aloud, it's just not... don't move your lips... so technically, fault-wise... mm, I was just wondering if Angel was about someplace, maybe with a, a broadsword of some kind?
WESLEY: You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
FRED: Um... okay. There's a beast -
WESLEY: Angel never told me what radiance flowed from your damask cheek -
FRED: Well, he's very busy, um...
(Wesley removes Fred's glasses)
WESLEY: Now you truly are perfection.
FRED: Whereas you are slightly fuzzy now. C-can I have those back?
(GUNN enters)
GUNN: Have I fallen asleep? Am I dreaming such a beautiful sight?
WESLEY: I dreamed it first!
FRED: Okay. Something's really not right...
GUNN: Back off, English! Thou art no match for such a prize.
FRED: Did you just say 'thou'?
WESLEY: I tell you this fair creature shall be mine!
GUNN: Is she your chattel that you claim her thus? I would rather beg of her a moment's glance than claim her!
FRED: Okay, y'all are talking Elizabethan crazy talk -
WESLEY: I say that she shall be mine. Can I stand by such a goddess and be content with a glance? I could drink from those eyes for a hundred years. This damask cheek, this hair, these bosoms -
FRED: Mm-mm. Step away from the bosoms. That is a 'No' on the bosoms. And I really do want my glasses...
(She takes her glasses back from Wesley and puts them on)
I'm thinking that there might have been a spell in addition to the ravaging beast that I brought out -
GUNN: Fair Winifred, do not fear my love! For it is as gentle and true as his is base and inconstant -
WESLEY: My rapier shall answer that!
FRED: Okay, stop it! Maybe there's a spell.. and maybe you two just think it's pretty funny to pretend that I'm... that I'm pretty and all goddess-y... a-and I know I'm not, y'know, any big deal like your friend with the giganamous boobs. B-but that doesn't mean it's okay to make fun of me!
GUNN: Fun? I mean to wed thee!
FRED: Wed? ...This is really a spell.
WESLEY: Then let it never be broken!
(Wesley notices someone coming in off-camera)
Isn't that Mrs Waldemeyer, the librarian?
GUNN: Truly she is a vision.
WESLEY: One you'll watch from afar, for she shall be mine!
(Wesley runs off)
GUNN: Say you so?
(Gunn chases after him, leaving Fred by herself)
FRED: But... what about my damask... bosoms...
(she points to her breasts)
Don't you want to...?
(Sulky)
I hate magic.
I'll leave you with [the script for/transcript of] Amy Acker's screen test (which is apparently an extra on the S3 DVDs), curtesy of Stephen Tempest.
The scene is a library. WESLEY is reading a book. FRED rushes in, looking flustered.
FRED: Wesley? Hi. There could be a situation. Th-there might have been a slight, um, beast come out of one of those old books. I-I mean you can't just read 'em aloud, it's just not... don't move your lips... so technically, fault-wise... mm, I was just wondering if Angel was about someplace, maybe with a, a broadsword of some kind?
WESLEY: You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
FRED: Um... okay. There's a beast -
WESLEY: Angel never told me what radiance flowed from your damask cheek -
FRED: Well, he's very busy, um...
(Wesley removes Fred's glasses)
WESLEY: Now you truly are perfection.
FRED: Whereas you are slightly fuzzy now. C-can I have those back?
(GUNN enters)
GUNN: Have I fallen asleep? Am I dreaming such a beautiful sight?
WESLEY: I dreamed it first!
FRED: Okay. Something's really not right...
GUNN: Back off, English! Thou art no match for such a prize.
FRED: Did you just say 'thou'?
WESLEY: I tell you this fair creature shall be mine!
GUNN: Is she your chattel that you claim her thus? I would rather beg of her a moment's glance than claim her!
FRED: Okay, y'all are talking Elizabethan crazy talk -
WESLEY: I say that she shall be mine. Can I stand by such a goddess and be content with a glance? I could drink from those eyes for a hundred years. This damask cheek, this hair, these bosoms -
FRED: Mm-mm. Step away from the bosoms. That is a 'No' on the bosoms. And I really do want my glasses...
(She takes her glasses back from Wesley and puts them on)
I'm thinking that there might have been a spell in addition to the ravaging beast that I brought out -
GUNN: Fair Winifred, do not fear my love! For it is as gentle and true as his is base and inconstant -
WESLEY: My rapier shall answer that!
FRED: Okay, stop it! Maybe there's a spell.. and maybe you two just think it's pretty funny to pretend that I'm... that I'm pretty and all goddess-y... a-and I know I'm not, y'know, any big deal like your friend with the giganamous boobs. B-but that doesn't mean it's okay to make fun of me!
GUNN: Fun? I mean to wed thee!
FRED: Wed? ...This is really a spell.
WESLEY: Then let it never be broken!
(Wesley notices someone coming in off-camera)
Isn't that Mrs Waldemeyer, the librarian?
GUNN: Truly she is a vision.
WESLEY: One you'll watch from afar, for she shall be mine!
(Wesley runs off)
GUNN: Say you so?
(Gunn chases after him, leaving Fred by herself)
FRED: But... what about my damask... bosoms...
(she points to her breasts)
Don't you want to...?
(Sulky)
I hate magic.