Giles – The werewolf, uh, is such a-a potent, e-e-extreme representation of our inborn, animalistic traits that it emerges for three full consecutive nights – the full moon, and, uh, the two nights surrounding it.
Willow – Quite the party animal.

Caught by Buffy fever. Hallucinating on Willow *swoon*

Willow – I’m sorry about how all this ended up. With me shooting you and all.
It’s okay. I’m, I’m sorry I almost ate you.

The next quote is genius.

WillowWell, 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.

*I do not enjoy this time of the month*