Welcome to the Hellmouth/The Harvest

I'll probably add more later, but this is it for now....enjoy!

Buffy: Oh, are you guys going out?
Willow: No, we're just friends. We used to go out, but we broke up.
Buffy: How come?
Willow: He stole my Barbie...Oh, we were five.
Willow: Well, when I'm with a boy I like, it's hard for me to say anything cool, or, or witty, or at all. I-I can usually make a few vowel sounds, and then I have to go away.
Xander: Check it out?
Willow: From the library? Where the books live.
Willow: Sure is dark.
Thomas: It's night.
Willow: Well, that's a dark time, night. Traditionally.
Willow: Oh, I, I need to sit down.
Buffy: You are sitting down.
Willow: Oh. Good for me.
Willow: Uh, this may be the dumb question, but shouldn't we call the police?
Giles: And they'd believe us, of course.
Willow: Well, we don't have to say vampires. We, we could just say that there's a, a bad man.
Cordelia: Okay, so how do we save it?
Willow: Deliver.
(Cordelia stupidly hits the delete button, which is marked "Del")
Willow: Maybe you can blow up something. They're really strict on that.
Giles: So, all the city plans are just open to the public?
Willow: Well…um…in a way. I sort of stumbled on them, when I accidentally decrypted the city council's security system.
Xander: Someone's been naughty.
Willow: Does anybody mind if I pass out?