Willow: Hi.
Oz: Oh, that’s what I was gonna say.

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: But I want Oz to get an “A”, and, oh, one of those gold stars.

Buffy: But I would do a lot better if you and Xander and I could do that “sharing our misery” thing tonight.
Willow: Greta. I’ll give Xander a call. What’s his number? Oh, yeah, 1-800-I’m-Dating-A-Skanky-Ho.
Buffy: Meow!
Willow: Really? Thanks. I’ve never gotten a “meow” before.

Xander: I just don’t trust Oz with her. I mean, he’s a senior, he’s attractive – okay, maybe not to me, but --- and he’s in a band. And we know what kind of element that attracts.
Cordelia: I’ve dated lots of guys in bands.

Xander: I thought I heard something.
Cordelia: I-is Willow sending out some sorta distress signal that only you can hear?
Xander: Huh.

Buffy: And you’re sure it was a werewolf?
Xander: Well, let’s see, um, six feet tall, claws, a big old snout in the middle of his face like a wolf. Um, yeah, I’m sticking with my first guess.

Giles: Well, it seems there were a, a number of 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: Well, last night was the night before the full moon, traditionally known as… “the night before the full moon”.

Giles: Yes, I must admit I, I am intrigued. Werewolves, it’s… it’s one of the classics. I, I’m sure my books and I are in for a fascinating afternoon.
Buffy: He needs to get a pet.

Larry: Oh, last week some huge dog jumped out of the bushes and bit me. Thirty-nine stitches. They oughta shoot those strays.
Oz: I’ve been there, man. My cousin Jordy just got his grownup teeth in? Does not like to be tickled.

Willow: Don’t forget, you’re supposed to be a meek little girlie-girl like the rest of us.
Buffy: Spoil my fun.

Giles: Quite. And it, uh, acts on-on pure instinct. No conscience, uh, uh, predatory and, and aggressive.
Buffy: In other words, your typical male.
Xander: On behalf of my gender, hey.

Giles: Anything yet?
Buffy: Yes. And you won’t believe what I saw. Brittany Podell was making out with Owen Stadeel, but he goes with Barett Williams. If she ever found…. No, um, no, no sign of the werewolf. How about you?
Giles: Uh, the same. I thought we might, uh… I thought we might knock on a few windows, uh, ask if anyone has seen anything.
Buffy: Giles, no one’s seen anything.

Cain: Hey, what a man and a girl do in lovers’ lane at night is nobody’s busi…
Buffy: Oh, okay, hey, enough, repulsive brain. It’s not what you think. We’re hunting werewolves. Okay, it’s funny if you don’t believe in werewolves.

Buffy: So you just gonna kill it?
Cain: Well, see, that’s the thing. Their pelts fetch a pretty penny in Sri Lanka, and it’s little hard to skin ‘em when they’re alive.

Cain: Any idea where else the boys and girls like to get together around here?
Buffy: You’re looking for a party?

Willow: Mm, I’m not sure I do. Oz and I are in some sort of holding pattern, except without the holding or… anything else.
Cordelia: What’s he waiting for? What’s his problem? Oh, that’s right, he’s a guy.
Willow: Yeah, him and Xander. Guys.
Cordelia: Who do they think they are.
Willow: A couple of guys.

Buffy: I didn’t let it do anything. I had the chain around its neck.
Cain: Chain? What were you gonna do, take it for a walk?

Giles: I’m okay. I’m just, um, fine...uh, just, uh, I’m uh... uh any sign of the, uh, werewolf?
Buffy: No. I’m guessing you didn’t see anything either from that vantage point of having your eyes closed.

Oz: Aunt Maureen. Hey, it’s me. Um, what? Oh! It’s, uh… actually it’s healing okay. That’s pretty much the reason I called. Um, wanted to ask you something. Is Jordy a werewolf? Uh-huh. And how long has that been going on? Uh-huh. What? No, no reason. Um…. Thanks. Yeah, love to Uncle Ken.

Xander: But while we hang here doing nothing, there’s a human werewolf walking around out there, probably making fun of us.
Willow: The way werewolves always do.

Larry: Oh, wow. I said it. And it felt…okay. I’m gay. I am gay.
Xander: I heard you the first time.

Willow: There is one name that keeps getting spit out. Aggressive behavior, run-ins with authorities, about a screenful of violent incidents.
Buffy: Okay, most of those were not my fault. Somebody else started ‘em. I was just standing up for myself.
Willow: They say it’s good idea to count to ten when you’re angry.
Buffy: One… Two… Three…

Willow: I’ll see you guys later. Cordelia asked me to look over her history homework before class. I think that means I might have to do it.

Buffy: So how’d it go with Larry?
Xander: What’s that supposed to mean?
Buffy: I think it’s supposed to mean, “so how’d it go with Larry”?
Xander: He’s not the werewolf. Can’t we just leave it at that? Must you continue to push and push?

Xander: You’re not boned, you’re Buffy. Eradicator of evil. Defender of, um… things that need defending.

Willow: I mean, what am I supposed to think? First, you buy me popcorn and then you’re all glad that I didn’t get bit. And you put the tag back in my shirt. But I guess none of that means anything because instead of looking up names with me, here you are all alone in your house doing nothing by yourself.
Oz: Willow, we’ll talk about this tomorrow. I promise.
Willow: No, damn it! We’ll talk about this now! Buffy told me that sometimes what a girl makes has to be the first move and now that I’m saying this, I’m starting to think that the written version sounded pretty good, but you know what I mean. (…) Oh, what, so now you’re special? You’re special boy… with chains and stuff. Why do you have chains and stuff?

Buffy: How about you let the door hit you in the ass on the way out of town?

Xander: This is all so weird. I mean, how are we supposed to act when we see him?
Buffy: well, it’s gotta be weird for him, too. Now that we know so much.
Xander: All I know is I’ll never be able to look at him the same again.
Buffy: He’s still a human being. Most of the time.
Xander: Who are we talking about?
Buffy: Oz. Who are you talking about?
Xander: no one.

Xander: What, it’s not okay for one guy to like another guy just because he happened to be in the locker room with him when absolutely nothing happened and I thought I told you not to push.
Buffy: All I meant is that he didn’t try to look up my skirt.
Xander: Oh, oh, yeah, that’s, that’s the weirdness.

Oz: I spoke to Giles. He said I’ll be okay. I just have to lock myself up around the full moon. Only he used more words than that. And a globe.

Willow: Well, I like you. You’re nice and you’re funny. And you don’t smoke. Yeah, okay, werewolf, but that’s not all the time. I mean, three days out of the month I’m not much fun be around either.