Willow: (sits behind Buffy) I think dummies are cute. You don't?
Buffy: Uuuhhh. They give me the wig. Ever since I was little.
Willow: What happened?
Buffy: I saw a dummy. It gave me the wig. There really wasn't a story there.

Buffy: (Re: Piano) You play? (Admiring smile)
Willow: A little.
Buffy: Well, that's cool. You can accompany us and we can *attempt* to sing.
Willow: Oh, i-in front of other people? Then, no, I don't play...

(This has nothing to do with Buffy and Willow. Well, they're on stage together, but it's not just them. I love this, and I'm pretty sure everyone else does too, so I'm putting it up.)

Willow: (stiff with fear) Oh, ruler of my country, Oedipus, you see our company around the Altar, and I, the priest of Zeus!
Xander: (nervous) Ha, ha! They prophesize that I should kill my father. But he is dead. (kneels down and gestures like he's grabbing a handful of dirt) And hidden deep in the soil. But surely I must fear my mother's bed.
Buffy: (bored) (walks around Willow to Xander) Oh, Oedipus, Oedipus, unhappy Oedipus, (briefly puts her hand on his head) that is all I can call you, (goes back to her place) and all that I ever shall call you.
Xander: (gets back up) Darkness! And horror of darkness. Unfolding, restless, visitant, sped by an ill wind in haste. Madness, and... Madness a-and stabbing pain, and, a-and, uh... oh... oh... memory of, uh, i-ill deeds I have done.
Buffy nudges Willow. Will runs off stage. Buffy and Xander step together to fill the gap.



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