OZ: Oh, hey! Animal cracker?
WILLOW: No, thank you. How's your arm?
OZ: Suddenly painless.
WILLOW: You can still play the guitar okay?
OZ: Oh, not well, but not worse.
WILLOW: Y'know, I never really thanked you.
OZ: Oh, yeah, please don't. I don't do thanks. I get all red. Have to bail. It's not pretty.
WILLOW: Well, then forget that thing. Especially with the part where I kind of owe you my life.
OZ: Oh, look! Monkey! And he has a little hat. And little pants.
WILLOW: Yeah, I see!
OZ: The monkey's the only cookie animal that gets to wear clothes, you know that? You have the sweetest smile I've ever seen. So, I'm wondering, do the other cookie animals feel sorta ripped? Like, is the hippo going, 'Hey, man, where are my pants? I have my hippo dignity!' And you know the monkey's just, 'I mock you with my monkey pants!' And there's a big coup in the zoo.
WILLOW: The monkey is French?
OZ: All monkeys are French. You didn't know that?
WILLOW: Do you guys, uh, have a gig tonight?
OZ: Oh, no. Practice. See, our band's kinda moving towards this new sound where... we suck, so... practice.
WILLOW: I think you guys sound good.
WILLOW: I bet you have a lot of groupies.
OZ: It happens. Now, I'm living groupie-free nowadays. I'm clean.
OZ: I'm gonna ask you to go out with me tomorrow night. And I'm kinda nervous about it, actually. It's interesting.
WILLOW: Oh. Well, if it helps at all, I'm gonna say yes.
OZ: Yeah, it helps. It-it creates a comfort zone. Do you wanna go out with me tomorrow night?
WILLOW: Oh! I can't!
OZ: Well, see, I like that you're unpredictable.
WILLOW: Oh, it's just it's Buffy's birthday, and we're throwing her a surprise party.
OZ: It's okay.
WILLOW: But you could come. If you want to.
OZ: Well, I don't wanna crash.
WILLOW: No, it's fine! Well, you could be m... my date.
OZ: All right. I'm in.
OZ: Oh, that's what I was gonna say.
WILLOW: What cha looking at?
OZ: This cheerleading trophy. It's like its eyes follow you wherever you go. I like it.
WILLOW: So did you like the movie last night?
OZ: I don't know. T-today's movies are kind of like popcorn. You know, you forget about them as soon as they're done. I do remember I liked the popcorn, though.
WILLOW: Yeah, it was good. And I had a really fun time with the rest. I mean, the part with you.
OZ: Oh, that's great. Uh, my time was also of the good.
WILLOW: Mine, too. Well, then...Oh, there. I have my friend. So I will go to her.
OZ: I'll see you then. Later.
OZ: Willow! What are you doing?
WILLOW: I had this whole thing worked out. And I had it written down, uh, but then it didn't make any sense when I was reading it back.
OZ: Willow, this is not a very good time.
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.
OZ: I know, I know, it's me. I'm, I'm goin' through some... changes.
WILLOW: Well, welcome to the world! Things happen. Don't you think I'm going through a lot?
OZ: Not like me.
WILLOW: Oh, what, so now you're special? You're special boy...with chains and stuff. Why do you have chains and stuff?
WILLOW: Did you want to go first?
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: I'm sorry about how all this ended up. With me shooting you and all.
OZ: It's okay. I'm, I'm sorry I almost ate you.
WILLOW: It's okay. I kind of thought you would have told me.
OZ: I didn't know what to say. I mean, it's not everyday you find out you're a werewolf. That's fairly freaksome. It may take a couple days getting used to.
WILLOW: Yeah. It's a complication.
OZ: So...maybe it'd be best if I just... sorta...
OZ: Well, you know, like, stayed out of your way for awhile.
WILLOW: I don't know. I'm kind of okay with you being *in* my way.
OZ: You mean, you'd still...
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 to be around either.
OZ: You are quite the human.
WILLOW: So, I'd still if you'd still.
OZ: I'd still. I'd *very* still.
WILLOW: Okay. No biting, though.
WILLOW: But you never said anything. How am I supposed to react to this rather alarming news?
OZ: Well, actually I was pretty much banking on you finding it cute.
WILLOW: Well, traditionally, you know, repeating a grade isn't exactly a turn on. And you're practically a genious. You're Mr. Test Scores. It's all a little weird.
OZ: So, the cute thing is out?
WILLOW: I'm trying to get to cute, really. But I'm still sort of stuck on strange.
OZ: Well, I'd be willing to bargin down to excentric with an option on cool....
WILLOW: I'm giddy
OZ: I like you giddy. Always have.
OZ: Since the best jazz is inprovizational, we'd be going off in al directions, banging into floats. Scary.
WILLOW: He's just being Oz.
OZ: Pretty much full time.
OZ:Well, you're having a slayer watch me? Good we're not overreacting.
(Oz storms off. Willow follows and stops him)
OZ: Okay, you know that thing where you bail in the middle of an upsetting conversation? I have to do that. It's kind of dramatic, I know, but sometimes it's a necessary guy thing.
WILLOW: And I want you to...do the guy thing, but...
(She points to the clock. It's almost sunset. Oz, still upset, sighs and going into the cage and locks it. Willow walks over)
OZ: Get away from the cage.
OZ: It's going to happen soon. Get away from me.
OZ: Hey, I may be a cold blooded jelly donut, but my timing's impeckable.
WILLOW: But, you aren't! It's a kill in the day monster. 100% for sure.
OZ: You know, I took it last year. I could help you get ready. There this whole trick to antinmums, but this isn't the place.
WILLOW: Oz is the highest scoring person ever to fail to graduate.
WILLOW: It'll be okay when get get to Giles.
OZ: Of course. I mean, even if he's 16, he's still Giles, right? He's probably a pretty together guy.
BUFFY: Giles at 16? Les Together-Guy. More Bad-Magic Hates-The-World Ticking-Time-Bomb Guy.
WILLOW: They don't stand a chance. I'm really good. Or I used to be when they had the inflatible things in the guttars. (Oz hands her a small package) Whats this?
OZ: Its is gift.
WILLOW: What's the occasion?
OZ: Pretty much you are.
(She opens it)
WILLOW: Its is little Pez witch!!
OZ: Its kind of a theme present. Do you like it?
WILLOW: I like. More than like. Oz, this is probably the sweet- we have to find a little Pez werewolf so little Pez witch can have a boyfriend.
OZ: I don't think they make werewolf Pez. Might have to settle for a wacky catoon dog.
WILLOW: This is....I...just so thoughtful.
OZ: Well, I think of you.
WILLOW: Awww...I don't have anything to give you.
OZ: Yeah, you do.
WILLOW: Oz. Wow. Look at us. Running into each other as two people who go to the same school are so likely to do now and then.
WILLOW: Oz. Wait. Please? What I did....When I think that I hurt you...
OZ: Yeah, you said all this stuff already.
WILLOW: Right. But, I want to make it up to you. I mean, if you let me, I want to try.
OZ: Just....you can leave me alone. I need to figure things out.
WILLOW: But, maybe if we talk about it, we could...
OZ: Look, I'm sorry this is hard for you. But I told you what I need. So, I can't help feeling like the reason you want to talk is so you can feel better about yourself. That's not my problem.
OZ: Okay, the thing is, seeing you with Xander, it was....well, I never felt that way before when there wasn't a full moon. But I know you guys have a history....
WILLOW: But its a history that in the past. Well, I guess most history is in the past. But its over.
OZ: Well, I don't know. I don't know that it ever will be between you two.
WILLOW: Oz, please believe me.
OZ: This is what I do know. I miss you. Like, every second. I mean, its like I lost an arm, or worse, a torso. So, I think I'd be willing to give it a shot.
WILLOW: Do you want us to hug now?
OZ: Yeah, I'm good for that.
(Oz enters Willow's house)
OZ: Willow? I got videos.
WILLOW: Hi. Why don't you come sit down?
(Oz sits down, unsure. "Can't Get Enought of Your Love" by Barry White starts to play)
OZ: Ever have that dream where you're in a play, and its the middle of the play, and you really don't know your lines, and you kindda don't know the plot?
WILLOW: Well, we're alone, and we're togeter. I just wanted it to be special.
OZ: How special we talking?
WILLOW: Well, you know, we're alone, and we're both mature younger people and so, we could....I ready to....with you....we could do that thing.
(Oz, shocked, stands up)
WILLOW: Where are you going?
OZ: No, not going. Just, ah...dramatic gester. Thats pretty special.
WILLOW: Oz, I want to be with you...first.
OZ: I think we should sit down again.
WILLOW: Oz, I'm ready.
OZ: Okay. Well, don't take this the wrong way, but I'm not.
WILLOW: Are you scared? 'Cause I thought you had...
OZ: No, I have. But, this is different. I mean, you look great, you know, and you've got Barry working for you, and its all good, but when it happens, I want it to be because we both need it to, for the same reason. You don't have to prove anything to me.
WILLOW: I just wanted you to know.
OZ: I know. I get the message.
WILLOW: Oz, hi.
OZ: Theres something about you thats causing me to hug you. Its like I have no will of my own.
WILLOW: Where were you yesterday?
OZ: We got back late. Sort of very.
WILLOW: We? Who? Where?
OZ: The band. We had a gig in Monteray Sunday night.
WILLOW: You did? How come I didn't know?
OZ: I thought you did.
WILLOW: Maybe I would have like to go.
OZ: Didn't figure you for missing school.
WILLOW: You think I'm boring.
OZ: I'd call that a radical inturpration of the text. We're playing tonight. The Bronze.
WILLOW: I can't. I have too much homework.
OZ: If you get done early.
WILLOW: Could you just pretend to care about what's happening, please?
OZ: You don't think I care?
WILLOW: I think we could be dead in two days time and you're being Ironic Detachment Guy.
OZ: Would it help you if I panic?
WILLOW: Yes, it'd be swell. Panic is a thing people can share in times of crisis, and everything's really scary now, you know, and I don't know what's going to happen and there is all sorts of things you're supposed to get to do afterhigh school and I was really looking forward to doing them and now we're probably just going to die and I'd like to feel you maybe you would -
(Oz shuts her up with a kiss)
WILLOW: What are you doing?
WILLOW: I feel different, you know? I guess that makes sense. Do you feel different? Oh, no....you've already - probably no big change for you. It was nice. Was it nice? Should this be a quite moment?
OZ: I know what you mean?
WILLOW: Which part?
OZ: Everything feels different
OZ: Any change?
WILLOW: He's delirious. He thought I was Buffy.
OZ: You too, huh?
WILLOW: I hope she gets here soon. She's better if...
WILLOW: I feel so...I feel so guilty
WILLOW: Well, things are so terrible and everything is coming apart and this was...this is the best night of my life.
OZ: The best.
WILLOW: The best.
WILLOW: Only in a terrified way
OZ: We're gonna make it through this.
WILLOW: You sure?
OZ: I sound pretty sure, don't I?
OZ: Well, I must be sure.
WILLOW: Is that just a comforting way of not answering the question?
(Oz smiles and they kiss)
WILLOW: How long til graduation?
OZ: Little while.
(They continue kissing)
OZ: You're worried about her?
WILLOW: Yeah, both of them. I mean, what kind of demon puts ookie, blook dreams into people's heads like some kind of Nightmare Fairy? It's not right.
OZ: Well, I'm against it.
WILLOW: And Buffy's completely not herself. If it wasn't for this english paper, I'd be there right now, listening, doing the girly best-friend thing.
OZ: I can't do that.
WILLOW: You can?
OZ: Well, I'm not saying we'll braid eachother's hair...probably. But I can hang with her, watch for signs she's going over the edge.
WILLOW: You're the best. Oh, she's probably patrolling by now. Check around the science centre. And if you need me, I'll be....at the library.
WILLOW: Where's 'Supportive-Boyfriend' guy?
OZ: Oh, he's picking up your dry cleaning. But he told me to tell you he'a afraid you'll get hurt.
WILLOW: Okay, Brutus . Brutus...Caesar...Betrayal. Trusted friend. Back-stabby.
OZ: I'm with you on the reference, but I won't let about the fact that I worry. I know what it's like to have a power you can't control, and every time I start to wolf-out I touch something...deep..dark. It's not fun. But just know that whatever you decide, I'll back your play.
WILLOW: Ahhh! Cobweb! Okay, that part was realistic
OZ: Well, frat boys aren't too obsessive with their cleaning. Might not be decoration.
OZ: Will, something's happening
WILLOW: Something good? Oh, no. Not good
OZ: I'm changing
WILLOW: But you can't. There's no moon tonight.
OZ: I have to get away.
WILLOW: No, we need to find something to restrain you, like a rope or chain or something.
OZ: There's no time.
WILLOW: I can do the guiding spell. I know I can make it work.
WILLOW: No. (She reachs out to him)
OZ: No! (He pulls away, scratching her)
WILLOW: Oz! Don't leave me! (Echoes...until it sounds like "Don't eat me!")
OZ: Hey, you got a table.
WILLOW: I had to kill a man.
OZ: Well, it's a really good table.
WILLOW: I copied out my notes for physic, since you were so elsewhere this morning.
WILLOW: It's really pretty simple, you know....what's the matter?
OZ: I don't know. I feel a little....it's nothing.
OZ: Bad dream?
WILLOW: I guess. But the waking up part makes up for it.
(He touches her head)
OZ: It's always so busy in there.
WILLOW: Not always. A few things shut my brain up completely.
OZ: Anything I can help you with?
WILLOW: I've gotta get to class right now, but tonight for sure.
OZ: I don't know about tonight....unless the extreme Jerry Garcia look turns you on. Night before the full moon.
WILLOW: Oh, that's right. And I have a thing. There's this Wicca group on campas I wanted to check out. They have orientation on the 3 nights you're wolfie. It's totally silly, but...
OZ: Go, show 'em how it's done.
WILLOW: Are you sure? You can lock yourself up? It's only this one month. After orientation, they meet on different nights.
OZ: I'll be fine.
WILLOW: Okay, as long as you don't mind.
OZ: The only thing I mind is for you to wait for me for 3 nights.
OZ: I'm sorry.
WILLOW: I knew. I knew, you jerk. And you sat there and told me that everything was fine and that's as bad as...
OZ: I know how it feels. I remember.
WILLOW: Oh, so this is a 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 Varuca and I have done. When I change, it's like I'm gone and the wold 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 wanter her. Like, in an animal way? Like, more than you wanted me?
WILLOW: WHat are you doing?
WILLOW: Now? That's you solution?
OZ: That's my decision.
WILLOW: Don't I get a say in this?
OZ: No. Varuca 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
OZ: I'll find some place.
WILLOW: Well, how long?
OZ: I don't know.
WILLOW: Oz...don't you love me?
OZ: My whole life, I've never loved anyone else.