Willow: I thought Xander would be here by now.
Buffy: Hmm, that'd make him on time. We couldn't have that!
Willow: Did he seem upset at all on the bus back from the zoo?
Buffy: About what?
Willow: I dunno. He was quiet.
Buffy: I didn't notice anything. But then again I'm not as hyperaware of him as oh, say for example, you.
Willow: Hyperaware?
Buffy: Well, I'm not constantly monitoring his health, his moods, his blood pressure...
Willow: 130 over 80!
Buffy: You got it bad, girl!
Willow: He makes my head go tingly. You know what I mean?
Buffy: I dimly recall.
Willow: But it hasn't happened to you lately?
Buffy: Not of late.
Willow: Not even for a dangerous and mysterious older man whose leather jacket you're wearing right now?
Buffy: Goes with the shoes!
Willow: Come on, Angel pushes your buttons. You know he does.
Buffy: I suppose some girls might find him good looking... if they have eyes, alright, he's a honey, but... it's just he's never around, and when he is all he wants to do is talk about vampires, and... I, I just can't have a relationship...
Willow: (spots Xander) There he is!
Buffy: Angel?
Willow: Xander!

Willow: I've known him my whole life, Buffy. Well, we haven't always been close, but he's never...
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.

Buffy: Wow! Apparently Noah rejected the hyenas from the Ark because he thought they were an evil impure mixture of dogs and cats.
Willow: Hyenas aren't well liked.
Buffy: They do seem to be the schmoes of the animal kingdom.
Willow: Why couldn't Xander be possessed by a puppy or, or some ducks?

Buffy: Hurry up. We gotta get him locked up somehow before he comes to.
Willow: Oh, my God, Xander! What happened?
Buffy: I hit him.
Willow: With what?
Buffy: A desk.
Buffy: He tried his hand at felony sexual assault.
Willow: Oh, Buffy, the hyena in him didn't...
Buffy: No. No, but it's safe to say that in his animal state his idea of wooing doesn't involve a Yanni CD and a bottle of Chianti.

Buffy: Oh, wait, somebody's gotta watch Xander.
Willow: I will.
Buffy: Will, are you sure? If he wakes up...
Willow: I'll be alright. Go.



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