Cordelia: So he spit it out? I thought Angel liked blood.
Buffy: He used to.
Willow: Maybe his eyes were too big for his stomach.
Buffy: Or maybe there was something in Gage's blood that Angel didn't like. Say, for example, steroids?
Willow: That would explain all their behavioral changes.
Cordelia: And their winning streak.
Willow: So maybe whatever's in their blood is what's attracting this creature to them.

Cordelia: Well, all I know is that my cheerleading squad wasted a lot of pep on losers. It's about time our school excelled at something.
Willow: Hmm, you're forgetting our high mortality rate.
Xander: We're number one!

Xander: He killed a person and killed himself. Those are pretty much two of the dumbest things you could do.
Willow: I know, but...well, don't you feel kind of bad for them?
Buffy: Sure I feel lousy. For her. He's a murderer and he should pay for it.
Willow: With his life?
Buffy: No, he should be doing sixty years in a prison, breaking rocks and making special friends with Roscoe the weightlifter.
Xander: Yikes. The quality of mercy is not Buffy.

Willow: Xander, what happened? Did Cordelia win another round in the broom closer?
Xander: You’re just a big bucket of fun, Will. I'll have you know I was just accosted by some kind of, um, locker monster.
Rupert Giles: Loch Ness Monster?
Buffy: “Locker” monster is what he said.

Willow: You’re thinking too much. Maybe you need to be impulsive?
Buffy: Impulsive? Do you remember my ex-boyfriend, the vampire? I slept with him, he lost his soul, now my boyfriend's gone forever and the demon that wears his face is killing my friends. The next impulsive decision I make will involve my choice of dentures.
Willow: Okay, the Angel thing went badly. I'm on board with that, but that's not your fault. And anyways, love isn't always like that. Love can be...nice.

Willow: Buffy’s not in here for cosmetic surgery.
Cordelia: No, but while she’s in here she might as well get that thing done. You know, that thing on her face. You know...that thing.
Willow: Do you think Angel will attack Buffy in here?
Xander: He can come in. It’s a public building.
Willow: That’s true.
Cordelia: Am I the only one that’s noticed that thing?!

Willow: I'm good at medical stuff, since Xander and I used to play doctor all the time.
[Xander laughs uncomfortably and Cordelia stares him daggers]
Xander: No, she's being literal. She used to have all these medical volumes and diagnosed me with stuff. I didn't have the heart to tell her she was playing it wrong.
Willow: Wrong? Why? How did you play doctor?
Buffy: I...never have.

Willow: I'm gonna have a hard time explaining this to my dad.
Buffy: You really think it'll bother him?
Willow: Ira Rosenberg's only daughter nailing crucifixes to her bedroom wall? I have to go over to Xander's house just to watch A Charlie Brown Christmas every year.
Buffy: I see your point.
Willow: Although it is worthwhile to see him do the Snoopy dance.

Buffy: It's so weird. Every time something like this happens, my first instinct is still to run to Angel. I can't believe it's the same person. He's completely different from the guy that I knew.
Willow: Well, sort of, except...
Buffy: Except what?
Willow: You're still the only thing he thinks about.

Willow: I kinda thought you would’ve told me.
Oz: I didn’t know what to say. It's not everyday that you find out that you're a werewolf. That's fairly freak-some. It may take a couple of days of getting used to.
Willow: Yeah. It's a complication.
Oz: So, maybe it'd be best if I just...sorta...
Willow: What?
Oz: Well, you know like...stayed out of your way for a while.
Willow: I don't know. I'm kind of okay with you being in my life.
Oz: You mean...you'd still...
Willow: Well, I like you. You're nice and you're funny. And you don't smoke. Yeah, okay, werewolf. That's not all the time. I mean, three days out of the month I'm not much fun to be around either
Oz: You are quite a human.
Willow: So, I'd still if you'd still.
Oz: I'd still. I'd very still.
Willow: Okay, no biting though.
Oz: Agreed.
[She walks away and comes back to kiss him]
Oz: I’m a werewolf in love.

Buffy: So, what’s the word?
Giles: It seems there were several other attacks by a wild dog around town. Several animal carcasses were found mutilated.
Willow: You mean like bunnies and stuff? No, don't tell me.
Oz: Oh, don't worry. I mean, they might not look it, but bunnies can really take care of themselves.
Willow: Yeah.
[Willow nods and smiles]

Willow: Nowhere! I mean, he said he was gonna wait until I was ready. I’m ready. Honest! I’m good to go here.
Buffy: I think it’s nice that he’s not just being an animal.
Willow: Maybe, 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: He’ll come around. No guy can resist your wily Willow charms.
Willow: At last count...all of them, maybe more.