"Oh, uh. Daddy's home"
Buffy: "Willow, you okay?"
Willow: "Yeah, I'm fine. The shaking is a side effect of the fear."
Buffy: "Do you remember the demon that almost got out the night I died?"
Willow: "Every nightmare I had that doesn't revolve around academic failure or public nudity is about that thing. In fact, once I dreamt that it attacked me while I was late for a test, and naked."
"Mom, I'm not an age group. I'm me. Willow group."
"Ooo, I used to want...Wait. Florist means crazy, right? Nope, I never wanted to do that."
Buffy: "Willow, you're a gay woman - and he isn't."
Willow: "This isn't about his physical presence. It's about his heart."
Anya: "His physical presence has a penis!"
Willow: "I can work around it!"
"It's Giles! It's 'cause he's British and doesn't understand about stuff."
Tara: "I was just afraid that if you saw the kind of people I came from, you wouldn't wanna be anywhere near me."
Willow: "See, that's where you're a dummy. I think about what you grew up with, and then I look at what you are — it makes me proud. It makes me love you more."
Tara: "Every time I'm... even when I'm at my worst, you always make me feel special. How do you do that?"
Willow: "Magic."
"I don't wanna be our only hope! Uh, I crumble under pressure! Let's have another hope."
Willow: "She was already smoking in fifth grade. Once I was lookout for her."
Xander: "You're bad to the bone."
Willow: "I'm a rebel."
"Okay, say that I help. And you start a conversation, it goes great. You like Buffy, she likes you. You spend time together, feelings grow deeper. One day, without even realizing it, you find you're in love. Time stops. And it feels like the whole world's made for you two, and you two alone. Until the day, one of you leaves and rips the still beating heart from the other, who is now a broken, hollow mockery of the human condition."
Buffy: "Giles isn't going anywhere, Will. He's still librarian."
Willow: "Okay, but I'm writing an angry letter."
Done now. 🙂