Buffy„Oh, he definitely marches to the beat of his own drummer. Actually, I think he makes his own drums.“
Buffy„Knock yourself out... not literally though.“
Buffy„Buffy Summers, reporting for sanity.“
Buffy„Wait- don't turn out and don't say anything. Just listen. And that's your thing, right? There's something going on. I mean, this whole entire story is probably gonna convince you that I'm looney bin material, but there's nobody else that I can talk to. Not Willow and not Giles. Nobody. If they found out, they'd freak on me or they'd do something. And I need help. I just need to talk to someone. I'm so scared.“
Buffy„I'll see you guys later.“
Buffy„Night came on and the full moon rose high over the trees. Lighting the land til it lay bathed in ghostly day. And the strain of the primitive remained alive and active. Faithfulness and devotion, things born of fire and roof were his. Yet, he retained his wildness and wiliness. And from the depths of the forest, a call still sounded.“
Buffy„It's tricky covering a fresh shiner like that. You know what works?“
Buffy„But, my favorite thing so far- he doesn't seem to be any kind of hell beast.“
Buffy„Sorry.“
Buffy„We have a marching jazz band?“
Buffy„He was my first. I loved him and then he...“
Buffy„The lead dog turned up a snow shoe rabbit. The dog laid down low to the race, his body flashing forward, leap by leap. He was sound in the deeps of his nature.“
Cordelia„Great, now I'm gonna be stuck with serious thoughts all day.“
Cordelia„Oz ate someone last night.“
Cordelia„Where have I been?“
Faith„Which means that he was killed during the day.“
Giles„No need to panic.“
Giles„There's no record of anyone returning from a demon dimension once the gate was closed. I can't imagine how it could happen or why.“
Giles„Well clearly, we're looking for a depraved, sadistic animal.“
Giles„As much as I hate to think it, it could be the handiwork of...“
Oz„Okay, you know that thing where you bail in the middle of an upsetting conversation? I have to do that. It's kinda dramatic, I know, but sometimes it's a necessary guy thing.“
Oz„And I'll... go lock myself up in the cage.“
Oz„Oh, can't take the pressure.“
Oz„Time's up, rules change.“
Oz„Well, victim number one, Jeff, he was in jazz band with us. They used to horse around.“
Willow„He's just being Oz.“
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Platt„Look, Buffy. Any person, grown up, shrink, pope, any person who claims to be totally sane is either lying or not very bright. I mean, everyone has problems. Everybody has demons, right?“
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Scott„Oh, well, we're not up to flowers. Are we... up to flowers? Did I miss flowers?“
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Scott„Hey, I can't back you on that lunch. Nutritional demerits.“
Willow„Anyways, it'll help you stay awake. It's good and very wolfie. Seems to soothe the savage beast.“
Willow„Oz?“
Willow„Well, it's not for you. It's for me cuz I'm still getting used to half a monty.“
Xander„Yeah Will, this guy's pretty barf-worthy, can't we be else where?“
Xander„Ahh, Call of the Wild. Aren't we reading the Cliff's Notes for this for English?“
Xander„We're doing crime here. You don't sneak up during crim.“
Xander„Aww, no worries. I can handle the Oz full monty. I mean, not handle handle, like hands to flesh handle.“
Xander„Private Harris reporting for Oz watch.“
Xander„Oh, not to freak. I rested my eyes now and then, that's all.“
Angel„Buffy?“
Buffy„Oh, he definitely marches to the beat of his own drummer. Actually, I think he makes his own drums.“
Cordelia„Great, now I'm gonna be stuck with serious thoughts all day.“
Faith„Which means that he was killed during the day.“
Giles„No need to panic.“
Oz„Okay, you know that thing where you bail in the middle of an upsetting conversation? I have to do that. It's kinda dramatic, I know, but sometimes it's a necessary guy thing.“
Willow„He's just being Oz.“
Xander„Yeah Will, this guy's pretty barf-worthy, can't we be else where?“