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The vast majority of these were identified by Dan: The Shippy-Moment Man and then taken from:Buffy Dialogue Database and Psyche's Transcripts
Buffy: Uh, Hi! Willow, right?
Willow: Why? I-I mean, hi! Uh, did you want me to move?
Buffy: Why don't we start with 'Hi, I'm Buffy,' and, uh, then let's
segue directly into me asking you for a favor. (sits next to her) It
doesn't involve moving, but it does involve hanging out with me for a
while.
Willow: But aren't you hanging out with Cordelia?
Buffy: I can't do both?
Willow: Not legally.
Buffy: (exhales) Look, I really wanna get by here, new school, and...
Cordelia's been really nice... to me... anyway, but, um, I kinda have
this burning desire not to flunk all my classes, and I heard a rumor
that you were the person to talk to if I wanted to get caught up.
Willow: Oh, I could totally help you out! Uh, if you have sixth period
free we could meet in the library?
Buffy: Or not. Or we could meet someplace quieter. Louder. Uh, that
place just kinda gives me the wiggins.
Willow: Oh, it has that effect on most kids. I love it, though, it's a
great collection, and the new librarian is really cool.
Buffy: He's new?
Willow: Yeah, he just started. He was a curator at some British museum,
or, or The British Museum, I'm not sure. But he knows everything, and he
brought all these historical volumes and biographies and am I the single
dullest person alive?
Buffy: Not at all.
Willow: I've known him my whole life, Buffy.(tears in her eyes) Well, we haven't always been close, but
he's never... (exhales)
Buffy: I think something's wrong with him.
Willow: Or maybe there's something wrong with me.
Buffy: What are you talking about?
Willow: C'mon. He's not picking on you. He's just sniffing you a lot. I
don't know, maybe three isn't company anymore.
Buffy: You think this has something to do with me?
Willow: Of course.
Buffy: No. That still doesn't explain why he's hanging out with the
dode patrol. (hops off the railing) Something's going on. Something
weird.
Buffy: Willow! Willow, hey, wait up! (reaches her)
Willow: Oh, Buffy, I didn't even see you.
Buffy: Or hear me. What was up last night? I tried your line, like, a
million times.
Willow: Oh, I was, I was talking.
Buffy: Talking to...? (no answer) Okay, that's it, you have a secret,
and that's not allowed.
Willow: Why not? (opens her locker)
Buffy: 'Cause... there's a rule.
Buffy: Uh, Willow, I think it's really great that you have this cool
pen pal, but don't you think you're kinda rushing all into this? Y'know what
I mean?
Willow: (excitedly) 'I'm thinking of you, too!' (crestfallen) No, that's incredibly stupid!
Buffy: Will, down girl! Let's focus here, okay? What do you actually know about this guy?
Willow: Oh, see, I knew you'd react like this.
Buffy: Like what? I just wanna make sure you're careful, that's all.
Willow: Buffy...
Buffy: He could be different than you think.
Buffy: Hey, I'm just trying to make sure that he's good enough for you. I think it's great that you met someone.
Xander: No, it's just... this Malcolm guy? What's his deal? I mean,
tell me you're not slightly wigged.
Buffy: Okay, slightly. I mean, just not knowing what he's really like.
Xander: Or who he really is. I mean, sure he says he's a high school
student, but I can say I'm a high school student.
Buffy: You are.
Xander: Okay, but I can also say that I'm an elderly Dutch woman. Get
me? I mean, who's to say I'm not if I'm in the elderly Dutch chat room?
Buffy: (making light) I get your point! (gets his point) I get your
point. Oh, this guy could be anybody. He could be weird, or crazy, or
old, or... He could be a circus freak. (panicked) He's probably a circus
freak!
Xander: Yeah. I mean, we read about it all the time. Y'know, people
meet on the 'Net, they talk, they get together, have dinner, a show,
horrible ax murder.
Buffy: Willow ax murdered by a circus freak... Okay, okay, what do we
do? (realizes her paranoia) What are we doing? Xander, you get me
started! We are totally overreacting!
Xander: But it's fun, isn't it?
Buffy: Xander, you're one of my best friends. You and Willow...
Xander: Well, Willow's not looking to date you. Or if she is, she's
playing it pretty close to the chest. (laughs nervously)
Willow: I've seen so much.
Cut to her room. She's on the bed hugging her knees. She's been crying.
Willow: I thought I could take anything. But, Buffy, this... this was
different.
Buffy: It'll be alright.
Willow: I'm trying to think how to say it... to explain it so you
understand.
Buffy: It doesn't matter as long as you're okay.
Willow: I'm not okay. I knew those guys. I go to that room every day.
And when I walked in there, it... it wasn't our world anymore. They made
it theirs. And they had fun. (a tear rolls down her cheek) What are we
gonna do?
Buffy: What we have to. (gets up and exhales) Promise me you'll stay in
tonight, okay?
Willow nods. Buffy starts to go.
Willow: Buffy?
Buffy stops and turns back.
Willow: (smiles through her tears) I like your dress.
Xander: Guys, I'm all alone out there. Somebody has to dance with me.
Willow: Well, we are studying.
Xander: C'mon, one dance. You've been studying nearly twelve minutes.
Buffy: No wonder my brain's fried.
She gets up. Willow starts to protest, but Buffy and Xander drag her
along with them.
Buffy: Come on.
Buffy: Oh, come on. In all the years you've known Willow, you've never thought about her lips?
Buffy: I-I'm not going with Angel. I'm going with -- ye gods --
Cordelia. (starts out of the lounge)
Willow: Cordelia?! (to Xander) Did I sound a little jealous just then,
'cause I'm not really... (runs after Buffy) Cordelia?!
Xander: Cordelia's much better for you than Angel. (hurries after them)
Buffy: (smiles) Wow! You're a dish!
Willow tries to hide herself with the sheet, but Buffy takes it from her
and tosses it aside.
Buffy: I mean, really.
Willow is very uncomfortable and tries to cover herself with her arms.
Willow: But this just isn't me.
Buffy: And that's the point. (walks around Willow to show her the
mirror) Look, Halloween is the night that not you *is* you, but not
*you*. Y'know?
The doorbell rings.
Buffy: Oh! That's Xander. Are you ready?
Willow: (nervous) Yeah. O-o-okay.
Buffy: Cool! I can't wait for the boys to go non-verbal when they see
you! (goes to get the door)
Buffy: You can't spend the rest of your life waiting for Xander to wake up and smell the hottie. Make a move. Do the talking thing.
Willow: It is nice. He's great. We have a lot of fun. But I want
smoochies!
Buffy: Have you dropped any hints?
Willow: I've dropped anvils.
Buffy: Ah, he'll come around. What guy could resist your wily Willow
charms?
Willow: At last count, all of them. Maybe more.
Buffy: Well, none of them know a thing. They all get an 'F' in Willow.
Willow: Oh, I'm such an idiot. I'm sorry. I-I shouldn't even be talking about... Do you want me to go away?
Buffy: I wish you wouldn't.
Willow: Well, I've been going through her files and, and researching
the black arts, for fun, or educational fun, and I may be able to work
this.
Giles: (very concerned) W-Willow... channeling... such potent magicks
through yourself, it could open a door that you may not be able to
close.
Buffy: I don't want you putting yourself in any danger, Will.
Willow: And I don't want danger. Big 'no' to danger, but I may be the
best person to do this.
Willow: Okay. I see your problem.
Buffy: I'm a moron?
Willow:
Will you stop that? You're not stupid! You've just had a lot on your mind.
You can learn this real easily, but if you're just gonna give up, then don't
waste my time.
Buffy: (impressed) Wow. You really *are* a good teacher.
Buffy: I never should've let her try to do that curse. Angel must've
known.
(She reaches up to Willow's face and brushes back a few stray hairs.)
Willow: I wanna try again.
Oz: Try what?
Willow: The curse. We never got to finish it. Maybe we *can* restore
Angel's soul.
Xander: I don't like it. You're talking about messing with powerful
magic, and you're weak.
Willow: I'm okay.
Xander: You don't look okay. (to Cordelia) Does she?
Cordelia: You should listen to him. The hair, it's so flat, and the
lips...
Xander: (to Cordelia) Could we stay on topic here, honey?
Cordelia: What?
Xander: (to Willow) Look, it's not a good idea.
Willow: There's no use arguing with me. Do you see my resolve face?
(gives them her resolve face) You've seen it before. You know what it
means. This can help Buffy. If we turn Angel back soon enough, we can
stop him from ever awakening Acathla.
Buffy: Sorry that I had to leave, but you don't know what I was going through.
Willow: Well, I'd like to.
Buffy: You wouldn't understand.
Willow: Well, maybe I don't need to understand. Maybe I... I just need you to talk to me.
Buffy: How could I talk to you when you were avoiding me?
Willow: This isn't easy, Buffy! I know you're going through stuff, but... so am I.
Buffy: I know that you were worried about me, but...
Willow: No! I don't just mean that. I mean, my life! You know? I, um... I'm
having all sorts of... I'm dating, I'm having serious dating with a *werewolf*,
a-and I'm studying witchcraft and killing vampires, and I didn't have anyone
(starts sobbing) to talk to about all this scary life stuff. And you were
my best friend.
Buffy: You have no idea how much I missed you. Everyone. I wanted to call every day.
Willow: Buffy, you never...
Buffy: Willow, please. I can't take this from you, too.
Buffy: Angel was cured.
Giles: (looks up) I'm sorry?
Buffy: When I killed him, Angel was cured. (to Willow) Your spell
worked at the last minute, Will. (Willow looks up, taking it all in) I
was about to take him out, and, um... something went through him... and
he was Angel again. He-he didn't remember anything that he'd done. He
just held me. Um, but i-it was... it was too late, and I, I had to. So
I, I told him that I loved him... and I kissed him... and I killed him.
She looks down at the table again for another long moment. The others
stay silent.
Buffy: I don't know if that helps with your spell or not, Giles.
Giles: Uh, yes, I, I believe it will.
Willow: (very sympathetically) I'm sorry.
Buffy: It's okay. (gives them a little smile) I've been holding on to
that for so long. Felt good to get it out. (pauses, then smiles thinly)
I'll see you guys later.
Buffy: Hey.
Willow: Hi! How are you? You good? You look good. Anything new? Hey, did I mention you look good?
Xander: Right. I mean, you went through it with Angel, and you're still
standing. So tell us, Wise One, how do you deal?
Buffy: I have you guys.
Buffy: Thanks, Will. There's something about this one that... scares me. (puts her arm around her friend) I need my Willow.
Willow: Oh, you don't have to be afraid...
Faith: Hey, girlfriend. Bad time?
Willow: No, sh-she can't!
Faith smiles and leans back in to wait for her partner.
Willow: Y-you can't! Can you?
Willow: So what's the plan? For tonight's slayage. We're going, aren't we?
Buffy: Yeah...
Willow: Great!
Buffy: But... there's a 'but'. And that's 'but you shouldn't come... tonight.' Is that cool?
Willow: Well, sure. Makes sense. You know... You'll be facing big, hairy danger.
Buffy: Uh, b-biggest and very hairy.
Willow: You'll be risking your life.
Buffy: Right. And why risk yours?
Willow: Because I'm your friend?
Buffy: I know, Will, and that's exactly why I don't want you going. It's, it's too dangerous.
Willow: But I-I've done this sort of thing before! Like, a million times,
and I can totally handle myself. Besides, minty fresh protection. So?
Buffy: Hey.
Willow: Hey.
Buffy: I need to talk to you.
Willow: Good. 'Cause I've been letting things fester. And I don't like it. I wanna be fester-free.
Buffy: Yeah. Me, too.
Willow: I mean, don't get me wrong. I-I completely understand why you and
Faith have been doing the bonding thing. You guys work together. You... You
should get along.
Buffy: It's more complicated than that.
Willow: But, see, it's that exact thing that-that's just ticking me off!
It's this whole 'Slayers only' attitude. I mean, since when wouldn't I understand?
You, you talk to me about everything. I-it's like all of a sudden I-I'm not cool enough for you because I can't kill things with my bare hands.
Buffy suddenly bursts into tears.
Willow: Oh! Oh, Buffy! Don't cry. I'm sorry. I-I was too hard on you. Sometimes
I unleash. I-I don't know my own strength. I-i-it's bad. I-I-I'm bad. I'm
a bad, bad, bad person.
Buffy: Will, I'm in trouble.
Willow: Can I... I-I'm just wondering. Why? (gets a look from Buffy) I'm not the most objective, I know. I kind of have an issue with Faith sharing my people. (looks at Xander, who closes his eyes) But she murdered someone and accused Buffy. Then she hurt Xander. I hate to say it, but maybe she belongs behind bars.
Buffy: (numbly) I can't feel anything. Arms, legs, anything.
Giles: She was truly the finest of all of us.
Xander: Way better than me.
Giles: (nods decisively) Much, much better.
Xander: It's all my fault.
Buffy: (despairingly) No, it's me. I-it's me. I'm the one that called
her reliable. She must have gone out and gotten attacked, which she
never would have done if I hadn't have called her reliable. And now my
best friend is...
Willow walks in and finds them there.
Willow: (curiously) What's going on?
They all look up surprised. Xander lifts his cross in defense. Willow
notices their sad faces and is amazed at their expressions.
Willow: Jeez, who died?
She notices just how deeply sad they really are and realizes she may
have gotten it right.
Willow: (almost panicked) Oh, God! Who died?
Xander jumps up and gets in Willow's face with the cross.
Xander: Back! Get back, demon!
She doesn't cower from it, but instead shows deep concern for him,
thinking maybe he's flipped out or something. Xander shakes the cross as
though it were broken and puts it back in her face. Buffy and Giles
notice that she's not frightened of the cross, and slowly approach.
Buffy: (breathlessly) Willow, you're alive?
Willow: (puzzled) Aren't I usually?
Without any further hesitation, Buffy runs the two steps to her best
friend and hugs her hard and close.
Buffy: Oh!
Willow is surprised, and lets out a little groan from the tightness of
the embrace. An instant later Xander is also hugging her for all he's
worth.
Willow: (wonderingly)I love you guys, too?
The hug goes on for a long moment before it gets too intense for Willow.
Willow: Okay. Oxygen becoming an issue.
Willow: Yeah... she's super competitive... [She's hardly even human anymore...
how can I be her friend now? She doesn't need me!]
Buffy: No, I *do* need you!
Willow: What's it like Buffy?
Buffy: I dunno... I mean, its a little weird... but, look, please don't for a
second think I don't need you, cause I do. I wanna share this with you... its
like... all these doors are opening to all these little worlds, and I can just
walk inside.
Buffy: How did you guys let ... How did this happen?
Giles: We thought she stayed with you.
Angel: They must have grabbed her when she hit the ground. Buffy,
I'm sorry.
Buffy: Look, it's nobody's fault, okay. We just need to focus and
deal. Oz, I swear I won't let them hurt her.
Xander: We go back. Full-on assault.
Giles: They'll kill her.
Wesley: We're assuming they haven't already.
Buffy: No. No, they know what she means to us. She's too valuable
as long as we still have the box. We trade.
Wesley: We can't.
Buffy: No, it's the safest plan. (to Giles) It's the only way,
right?
Giles: It might well be.
Buffy: Look, we call the Mayor and arrange a meeting.
Wesley: This box must be destroyed.
Xander: I need a volunteer to hit Wesley.
Wesley: Giles, you know I'm right about this.
Buffy: Wes, you want to duck and cover at this point?
Wesley: Damn it, you listen to me! This box is the key to the Mayor's
Ascension. Thousands of lives depend on our getting rid of it. Now I
want to help Willow as much as the rest of you, but we will find
another way.
Buffy: There is no other way.
Wesley: You're the one who said take the fight to the Mayor. You were
right. This is the town's best hope of survival. It's your chance to
get out.
Buffy: You think I care about that? Are you made of human parts?
Giles: Alright! Let's deal with this rationally.
Buffy: Why are you taking his side?
Wesley: You'd sacrifice thousands of lives? Your families, your
friends?
Willow: Deep thoughts?
Buffy: Deep and meaningful.
Willow: As in?
Buffy: As in, I'm never getting out of here. I kept thinking if I stopped
the Mayor or ... but I was kidding myself. I mean, there is always going
to be something. I'm a Sunnydale girl, no other choice.
Willow: Must be tough. I mean, here I am, I can do anything I want. I can
go to any college in the country, four or five in Europe if I want.
Buffy: Please tell me you're going somewhere with this?
Willow: No. (hands Buffy a letter) I'm not going anywhere.
Buffy: UC Sunnydale?
Willow: I will be matriculating with Class of 2003.
Buffy: Are you serious?
Willow: Say, isn't that where you're going?
Buffy: I can't believe it! Are you serious? Ah, wait, what am I saying? You can't.
Willow: What do you mean, I can't?
Buffy: I won't let you.
Willow: Of the two people here, which is the boss of me?
Buffy: There are better schools.
Willow: Sunnydale's not bad. A-And I can design my own curriculum.
Buffy: Okay, well, there are safer schools. There are safer prisons. I can't let you stay because of me.
Willow: Actually, this isn't about you. Although I'm fond, don't get me wrong,
of you. The other night, you know, being captured and all, facing off with
Faith. Things just, kind of, got clear. I mean, you've been fighting evil
here for three years, and I've helped some, and now we're supposed to decide
what we want to do with our lives. And I just realized that that's what I
want to do. Fight evil, help people. I mean, I-I think it's worth doing.
And I don't think you do it because you have to. It's a good fight, Buffy,
and I want in.
Buffy: I kind of love you.
Willow: And, besides, I have a shot at being a bad ass Wiccan, and what better place to learn?
Buffy: I feel the need for more sugar than the human body can handle.
Willow: Mochas?
Buffy: Yes, please. It's weird. You look at something and you think you know
exactly what you're seeing, and then you find out it's something else entirely.
Willow: Neat, huh?
Buffy: Sometimes it is.
Xander: Why do I even buy tickets for these things, I ask you?
Willow: Wonder if I can take my dress back?
Buffy: (wakes up) Don't you dare.
Willow: But Tucker is going to...
Buffy: No! You guys are going to have a prom. The kind of prom that
everyone should have. I'm going to give you all a nice, fun, normal
evening if I have to kill every single person on the face of the
earth to do it.
Cut to Buffy: "Will, I'm telling you..."
Willow: "You're telling me? You're telling me?!?"
Buffy: "I can't do my job if I have to worry about each of your
safety."
Willow: "It's not your decision!"
Buffy: "Got to disagree with you there."
Willow: "Oh, of course you do."
Xander: "Let's all take a breath. Buffy, maybe..."
Willow: "Being the Slayer doesn't automatically make you boss.
You're as lost as the rest of us."
Oz: "What are we talking about?"
Willow: "It's a simple incantation, a guiding spell for travelers
when they become lost or disoriented."
Buffy: "And how does it work?"
Willow: "It conjures an emissary from the beyond that : lights
the way."
Buffy: "Conjuring. Will, let's be realistic here.
Okay, your basic spells are usually only fifty-fifty."
Willow upset: "Oh yeah? Well, - so is your face!"
Willow walks off while Buffy tries to figure out what that meant:
"What?! (Walks after Willow) What does that mean?"
Willow turns around: "I'm not your sidekick!"
Parker: Just that I've enjoyed talking to you. Here. Tonight.
Willow: Me too. I mean, with you. You know, I'm wondering
something. About you.
Parker: What?
Willow: Just how gullible do you think I am? I mean with you gentle
eyes and your shy smile and your ability to talk openly even to me!
You're unbelievable!
Parker: What?
Willow: This isn't sharing. This isn't connecting. It's the pleasure
principle. That's right I got your number ID boy. The only thing
you're thinking about is how long you can jump on my bones
Parker: Look, if you think that I'm
Willow: I mean, you men. It's all about the sex! You find a woman,
drag her to your den, do whatever's necessary just as long as you get
the sex. I tell you men haven't changed since the dawn of time.
Buffy: I have to go. I have to find Veruca before the sun sets. I
will, though. When I do, this thing stops. She's bad news. Do you want me
to get you something before I take off? Kleenex? Chocolatey... Chocolate
anything?
Willow: No.
Buffy: I'll come back as soon as this is
finished. I just want you to take it easy, ok? Riley was right. The main
thing is put the blame where it belongs. Don't hurt yourself.
Willow: Uh-huh. Ok.
Buffy: You're ok?
Willow: I'm fine. I promise.
Buffy: I love you. (Buffy leaves.)
Willow: Put the blame where it belongs.
Buffy : And he was toting some serious weaponry. The thing is, I saw
some guys dressed exactly like him on halloween night. I just assumed
they were in costume.
But maybe they were working. I wanna know what's up. The guy got in my
way.
I almost didn't catch up with oz in time. And as it was, I was too
late to--
Giles : You saved Willow.
Buffy : Right now she wishes I hadn't. Giles, I've never seen her like
this. It's like it hurts too much to form words.
Giles : You've... You've felt that way yourself, And you got through
it.
Buffy : Yeah. I ran away and went to hell and then got through it. I'm
kind of hoping she doesn't use me as a model.
Giles : Fair enough.
Buffy : I just don't know how they're gonna deal with this.
Riley : (Looking nervous.) Right to the point, ok. I was thinking of asking out Buffy.
Willow : She's not here.
Riley : I know. See, I don't
know that much about Buffy. But I'm interested in what she likes, and so far, well, the only thing that I know
she likes is you.
Willow: Then talk. Keep eye contact. Funny is good, but don't be glib. And remember, if you hurt her, I will beat you to death with a shovel. A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend. Have fun.
Buffy: Will, I think you better get used to-- a Twinkie!? That's his lunch? Oh, he is *so* gonna be punished.
Willow: (pouty) Everyone's getting spanked but me.
Buffy: What?
Willow: Uh, nothing.
Willow: Go? You can't go. Buffy hasn't gotten here yet.
Xander: Let's face it, Will. She's over an hour late. She's probably out living the life of Riley. I don't think she's coming.
Willow: She is! She said she was looking forward to spending quality time with just us. See? Here she comes.
Willow: (crestfallen) . . .with Riley . . . and some other guys.
Willow: Oh. That's neat about the celebrating. I just thought this
was supposed to be, you know, just us. Just the scooby corps., you
know. I mean, I could have invited somebody else if I knew it was an
open free-for-all.
Buffy: I'm sorry. I had no idea. My *total* bad. (grins) So, who did
you want to invite?
Willow: What?
Buffy: You said you wanted to invite someone.
Willow: (nervously) No. Not-- no one. I meant a hypothetical someone
which is to say no one. What are we celebrating?
Willow: Buffy, do you really think this is a good idea? I mean, don't
you think you're rushing things a little?
Buffy: (frowns) I thought you liked Riley?
Willow: Not with Riley. With the Initiative. I mean, there's a bunch
of stuff about them we still don't know.
Willow: After what she's done to you? Oh, I wish those council guys would let me have an hour alone in the room with her. (a beat) If I was larger and had grenades.
(Willow steps closer to Faith.)
Willow: (concerned) What's up?
Faith: I'd never let her hurt you.
Willow: (smiles trustingly) I know.
(Faith regards her for a moment, then smiles.)
Willow: (sighs, steels herself) It's complicated... because of Tara.
Buffy: (frowns) You mean Tara has a crush on Oz? No. Oh! Oh. Um... well...
that's great. You know, I mean, I think Tara's a, a really great girl, Will.
Willow: She is. And... there's something between us. It-it wasn't something
I was looking for. It's just powerful. And it's totally different from what
Oz and I have.
Buffy: Well, there you go, I mean, you know, you have to - you have to follow
your heart, Will. And that's what's important, Will.
Willow: Why do you keep saying my name like that?
Buffy: (with false cheer) Like what, Will?
Willow: (sits up) Are you freaked?
Buffy: What? No, Will, d- (stops herself, sighs) No. No, absolutely no to that question. I'm glad you told me.
Willow: Well, we haven't really talked about it. I used to assume we'd be roomies through grad school well into little old lady hood. You know, cheating at bingo together and forgetting to take our pills.
Willow: Well, I haven't been Miss Available either. I--I kept secrets. I hid things from everyone.
Buffy: That's not your fault. Will, you were going through something huge.
Willow: I wanted to tell you, but I was so scared.
Buffy: You can tell me anything. I love you. You're my best friend.
Willow: Me, too. I love you too.
Willow: Oh, Buffy- (reaches into bag) I have this for you. (Pulls
out a large textbook called "World History" and gives it to Buffy)
Buffy: Homework? (pouts) Oh. I don't believe in tiny Jewish Santa any more.
Willow: (smiling) And a yo-yo. (Pulls yo-yo out of bag and gives it to Buffy)
Buffy: (smiling) Thank you.
Willow: The book is just in case you get a chance to look it over.
Willow: Not even a card, huh?
Buffy: I wasn't really expecting
one. No contact with civilians. There's probably a ... code name for it.
You know, like radio silence, it's "greeting card silence."
Willow: Sorry.
Buffy: Maybe it's time to start a new tradition. Birthdays without boyfriends. It could be just as much fun.
Willow: Preaching to the choir here, baby.
Willow: If I had that blue one - (turns back to the closet, then back) Jo-Joyce
really liked the blue one. She told me one time. You, you sure it's not in your room?
Tara: (takes a few steps closer) I-I-I could look again.
Willow: No, no, I-I, I should, I should wear the purple (picks up the purple
blouse from the bed) The purple, I, I, I think the purple, it's just that it's
so, I don't know, (looks at Tara) i-it doesn't mean something bad?
Tara: I think it's, um ... royal. Purple means ... royalty.
Willow: (tears running down her face) Well, I can't see Buffy at the morgue and
be all royal! "Oh, I'm the king of everything, I'm better than you!" I have to
be supportive, I, Buffy needs me to be supportive, I...
Willow: I love you so much.
Buffy: I know.
Xander: Spike's sex-bot. Why didn't they just melt it down into scrap?
(Anya moves away as Xander continues staring at the bot.)
Anya: Maybe Willow wanted it.
Xander: (turns to her) I don't think Willow feels that way about, about Buffy.
I mean, I know she's gone through a lot of changes, but-
Anya: To study it.
Xander: Right. Robotics. (embarrassed ) Science.
Buffy: I need you, Will. You're my big gun.
Willow: It's Buffy.
Willow: No. It's no use. (tearful) The urn's defiled. It's gone. Nothing, it was all for nothing. Buffy's gone. She's really gone.
Tara: It's totally not stupid to wonder what it was like for Buffy.
But it could have been any one of a zillion heavenly dimensions. All we know
is that ... it was a good place and she was happy there.
Willow: And we took her away from that. We wrecked it for her.
Xander: We didn't wreck. We didn't know.
Willow: We didn't wanna know. (Tara looks sadly at her) We were so selfish. *I* was so selfish.
Buffy: Will, there's nothing wrong with you. You don't need magic to be special.
Buffy: That's Willow. She, uh, she kind of lives here too, actually.
Ms. Kroger: Oh, so you live with another woman.
Buffy: Oh! Oh, it's not a, a gay thing, you know, I mean, well...
(Ms Kroger has noticed the box full of magical stuff to be thrown out. She picks up a
plastic baggie containing some herbs.)
Buffy: ...she's gay, but, but we don't ... gay. Not that there's anything - (notices Ms.
Kroger looking at the herb) Oh! Wrong with... (rushes over) You know, I know what that
looks like, but I, I swear, it's not ... what it looks like. (Ms. Kroger looking shocked) It's
*magic* weed.
Riley: Hear you're getting hitched yourself. Believe me, you're gonna love it. (Sam
smiling at him)
Willow: Congratulations, really, both of you.
They all move into the living room. Buffy hangs back, and Willow goes to her.
Willow: (softly) Just so you know? I'm prepared to hate this woman any way you
want.
(shot of Riley and Sam talking closely)
Buffy: Thanks, but no. I don't wanna seem all petty.
Willow: Well, that's the beauty! You can't, but I can. Please. Let me carry the hate for
the both of us.
(Another shot of the Finns. They are laughing together, touching each other lightly.)
Buffy: Go nuts
Buffy: I'm sure they're just friends. Once you fall for Willow, you stay fallen.
Willow: Thanks, Buffy.