Tara: Do you like cats?
Willow: I'm more of a dog person, myself. But I'm not, like, "death to all cats."
Willow: You mean it'd be sort of like a familiar?
Tara: Actually, I was thinking it would be sort of like a pet. You know, we could name her Trixie, or Miss Kitty Fantastico or something.
Tara: I want my room to be Willow-friendly.
Tara: So, I'm excited about the Scooby meeting. I think. What's it about?
Willow: I'm not sure. Probably just your garden-variety disaster.
Buffy: My kill-count's way down.
Willow (to Tara): She means there's been less bad-guy activity.
Xander: Buffy doesn't make her quota - bad Slayer!
Riley: We got demons coming out our ears.
Willow: That's a metaphor.
Tara: I got it, thanks.
Willow: I'm overhelping, aren't I?
Willow: When did you get back?
Oz: Pretty much now.
Xander: Oz, man. Hate to sound grandma, but... you don't call, you don't write.
Oz: Yeah. Sorry.
Anya: Everyone's uncomfortable now.
Riley: Man, that was record time.
Buffy: It's no fun when they're that easy.
Riley: Speak for yourself.
Riley: Oz is a werewolf, and Willow was dating him?!
Buffy: Yes. Hence the high emotions.
Riley: Man, you're kidding me? I got to say I'm surprised. I didn't think Willow was that kind of girl.
Buffy: What kind of girl?
Riley: Into dangerous guys. She seemed smarter than that.
Buffy: Oz is not dangerous. Something happened to him that wasn't his fault. God, I never knew you were such a bigot.
Riley: Whoa! Hey, how did we get to bigot? I'm just saying it's a little weird to date someone who tries to eat you once a month.
Oz: I talked to Xander, and he said you didn't have a new guy.
Willow: No. No new guy.
Oz: A woman in Tibet traded it to me for the Radiohead record. Got a lot of mileage out of the barter system.
Willow: So Tibet was your favorite?
Oz: Well, it's where I stayed the longest. This warlock in Romania sent me to the monks there to learn some meditation techniques. Very intense. All about keeping your inner cool.
Willow: Good. 'Cause you were such a spaz before.
Willow: So that's it? You keep your inner cool and no more wolfie?
Willow: Some of it, you know, was me telling myself I hated you, and cursing your name. Not literally.
Oz: Well, thanks for that.
Oz: Yeah, we talked all night.
Willow: Well, I believe a manly-sized breakfast is in order, don't you?
Oz: Or we could just... sleep a little while. Whatever you want.
Willow: I'll have the less confusing waffles right now.
Buffy: You sounded like Mr. Initiative. Demons bad. People good.
Riley: Something wrong with that theorem?
Buffy: There's different degrees of...
Riley: Evil?
Buffy: It's just... different with different demons. There are creatures -- vampires, for example -- that aren't evil at all.
Riley: Name one.
Buffy: Wait. Last night was a wolf-moon, right?
Willow: Yup.
Buffy: Either you're about to tell me something incredibly kinky, or...
Willow: No kink.
Buffy: Okay, I'm all with the whoo-hoo, here, and you're not.
Willow: No, there's "whoo," and "hoo." But there's "uh-oh" and "why now?" And it's complicated.
Buffy: Why complicated?
Willow: It's complicated... because of Tara.
Buffy: You mean Tara has a crush on Oz? No, you... Oh! Oh.
Spike: The thing about the Slayer is, she is a whiny little thing, but when it comes to the fighting, she does have a slight tendency to win.
Adam: Then I guess you should be on her side.
Spike: No tricks?
Adam: Scout's honor.
Spike: You were a Boy Scout?
Adam: Parts of me.
Willow: Tara said they took him right before she found me.
Anya: So, that's good, right? I mean, they probably haven't had time to eviscerate him yet.
Xander: An, you can help by making this a quiet time.
Xander: It'd be great if we knew someone dating a man on the inside, someone with connections. Oh, wait!
Giles: How did you get in?
Spike: The door was unlocked. You might want to watch that, Rupert. Someone dangerous could get in.
Buffy: Or someone formerly dangerous and currently annoying.
Spike: Now, now. None of that. Or I won't help you get Red's mongrel back.
Giles: Short of cash, Spike?
Spike: I happen to be seeking monetary gratification, yeah.
Buffy: I've mentioned how much I'm going to kill you if this is a scam, right?
Spike (referring to his Army attire): Look, would I wear this if I wasn't on the up-and-up?
Willow: You do sort of look like an evil olive.
Anya: Slap my hand now.
Giles: Beg your pardon?
Anya: In celebration.
Riley: How'd you get in?
Buffy: Talk later. Stealthy escape now.
Buffy: Stay back... or I'll pull a William Burroughs on your leader here.
Xander: You'll bore him to death with free prose?
Buffy: Was I the only one awake in English that day? I'll kill him.
Buffy: Quite a day, huh? You woke up to a big bowl of Wheaties, now you're a fugitive.
Willow: You stopped the wolf from coming out. I saw it.
Oz: But I couldn't look at you. I mean, it turns out, the one thing that brings it out of me is you. Which falls under the heading of ironic in my book.
Willow: It was my fault. I upset you.
Oz: So, we're safe then, 'cause you'll never do that again.
Oz: But you're happy?
Willow: I am. I can't explain it...
Oz: It may be safer for both of us if you don't.
Willow: I feel like some part of me will always be waiting for you. Like if I'm old and blue-haired, and I turn the corner in Istanbul, and there you are, I won't be surprised... because you're with me, you know?
Oz: I know. But now is not that time, I guess.
Willow: What are you gonna do?
Oz: I think I better take off.
Willow: When?
Oz: Pretty much now.
Tara: You have to be with the person you love.
Willow: I am.
Tara: You mean...?
Willow: I mean. Okay?
Tara: Oh, yes.
Willow: I feel horrible about everything I put you through. And I'm going to make it up to you. Starting right now.
Tara: Right now?
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