Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Buffy: Where is she? Oz: I don't know. I already checked all the usual haunts. But I know the areas we're drawn to. I'm pretty sure I can follow her scent. Buffy: We'll try that, then. Oz: Look, Buffy, you should know that-- Buffy: Oz, now might be a time for your trademark stoicism.

Oz: Veruca was right about something. The wolf is inside me all the time, and I don't know where that line is anymore between me and it. And until I figure out what that means, I shouldn't be around you... Or anybody. Willow: Well, that could be a problem 'cause people... Kind of a planetary epidemic.

Buffy: Giles, I've never seen her like this. It's like it hurts too much to form words. Giles: 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.

Willow: I knew, you jerk. And you sat there, and you told me everything was fine? And that's as bad as... As... Oz: I know how it feels. I remember. Willow: Oh. So what, this is payback? I had this coming? Oz: No. It's not-- Willow: Because I thought that was behind us. And you know, what happened with Xander, it doesn't compare. Not with what you and I had. Not with whatever you've been doing with her. Oz: I don't know what Veruca and I have done. When I change, it's like, it's like I'm gone and the wolf takes over. Willow: But before this, when you were regular Oz, you had feelings for her, didn't you? Oz: No. I could sense something, but... Willow: But you wanted her... Like in an animal way? Like... More than you wanted me?

Buffy: Oz, you okay? If it's possible, you seem more monosyllabic than usual.

Xander: So, I know why I'm sitting in a dank, sunless little room. But why are you? Willow: Well, things with Oz are weird, and I talked to Buffy about it, but I think we're in Guyville here. I need a translator from the "Y" side of things. Xander: Well, last time I checked, I had the creds. Hit me.

Veruca: Or maybe you just don't want to admit what happened to you. Maybe you just wanna pretend like you're a regular guy. Oz: Well, I am. I'm only a wolf three nights a month. Veruca: Or you're the wolf all the time. And this human face is just your disguise.

Veruca: You have a cage? Oz: Don't you? Veruca: Oh, yeah. It has a little wheel with a plastic ball and a cute little bell in it. God! Somebody's domesticated the hell out of you.

Oz: Big lunch? Veruca: I like to eat. I hate chicks who are like, "Does it have dressing on it?" Oz: Agreed.

Willow: I mean, I have wrong feelings about other guys sometimes, but I feel guilty, and I flog and punish. Buffy: Exactly. I'm sure Oz is flogging and punishing himself... This is sounding wrong before I even finish.

Willow: How come you didn't tell me I look like a crazy birthday cake in this shirt? Buffy: I thought that was the point.

Buffy: And she wants me to lead a discussion group next class. That means more work, right? Shouldn't she have a better reward system? You know, like a cookie, or a toy surprise like at the dentist? Willow: She wants you to lead a discussion group? Okay, jealous again. Jealous, jealous... okay, I'm back.

Willow: You okay? How'd you do? This is good. I mean, this is excellent! You did better than me. This is so unfair! You made me jealous of you academically. Buffy!

Oz: I don't know about tonight, unless the extreme Jerry Garcia look turns you on.

Willow: The Bronze is more fun this year, isn't it? Buffy: 'Cause of the gloating factor alone, you know? We're all about college, now. We've got heady discourse. Oz: Yeah, curfew-free nights of mom and pop-less hootenanny. Xander: Co-ed dating prospects who find townies sexy and dangerous. What? I can dream. Buffy: Right. So if college is so great, what are we doing here and why is it more fun? Willow: Because the Bronze is nice and familiar. It's like a big comfy blankie. Oz: Will, I was under the impression that I was your big comfy blankie. Willow: Aw, you're my person blankie. This is my place blankie.

Oz: Bad dream? Willow: I guess. But the waking up part makes up for it. Oz: It's always so busy in there. Willow: Not always. A few things shut my brain up completely.

Willow: It's in the sandblaster. Oz: What's in the sandblaster, Will? It's a dream, come back to me. Willow: All geminis to the raspberry hats. Oz: Now you're faking. Willow: Am not... Just a little.

Giles: Splendid. Well, it's ages since I've been to a gig. Well, don't look that way. I'm down with the new music. And I have the albums to prove it. Buffy: Yes, but it's your cutting-edge 8-tracks that keep you ahead of the scene. Oz: Don't scoff, gang. I've seen Giles' collection. He was an animal in his day. Giles: Thank you. Buffy: Hey, why not? If the Stones can still keep rolling, why can't Giles? Willow: I think that it's brave that you're here. Giles: (sarcastically) Well, thank you, all. You've made me feel right at home. Xander: Isn't home that empty place you're trying to escape?

Buffy: You were thinking... what? A little helpless co-ed before bed? You know very well, you eat this late (stakes the vamp) you're gonna get heartburn. Get it? Heartburn? (vamp turns to dust) That's it? That's all I get? One lame-ass vamp with no appreciation for my painstakingly thought-out puns? I don't think the forces of darkness are even trying. I mean, you could make a little effort here, you know? Give me something to work with.

Willow: What does it mean when a girl wants to... you know... Xander: If your doing it, I think you should be able to say it.

Willow: Parents usually wait until your out of the house, or under it, to worry about you having sex, by then it's way too late.

Willow: Oz... don't you love me? Oz: My whole life... I've never loved anything else.