Buffy: "'One night after supper, the lead dog turned up a snowshoe rabbit. The dog lay down low to the race, his body flashing forward, leap by leap.'"
Cut to the library. Buffy's voice fades into that of Willow, walking around the area by the book cage while reading from the book.
Willow: "'He was sounding the deeps of his nature and the parts of his nature that were deeper than he, going back into the wombs of time. The rabbit could not--'"
Suddenly werewolf Oz leaps up against the cage door and rattles it at her.
Willow: "Okay. Uh, maybe we should try a less stimulating passage."

Xander: "Oh! Call of the Wild. Aren't we reading the Cliff's Notes to this for English?"
Willow: "Some of us are. Anyway, it'll help you stay awake. It's good and, and very wolfy. Seems to soothe the savage beast. Except for the parts about (whispers) rabbits."
Werewolf Oz jumps, rattling the cage.
Xander: "Rabbis?"

Xander: "No worries, I can handle the Oz full monty. I mean, not handle handle, like hands to flesh handle."
Willow: "Okay, well, it's not for you. It's for me, 'cause I'm still getting used to half a monty."
Xander: "Oh, good. Half? You and Oz? Which half?"
Willow: "Wouldn't you like to know."

Faith: "But you like him, and when you think about him, you get that good down-low tickle, right?"
Buffy: "Yeah, I guess, but...how low?"

Buffy: "But he is... nice, and he's funny."
Faith: "And quite a muffin."
Buffy: "Blueberry. That crunchy, munchy stuff on top. But my most favorite thing so far is that he doesn't seem to be any kind of hellbeast."
Faith: "All men are beasts, Buffy."
Buffy: "Okay, I was hoping to not get that cynical 'till I was at least forty."
Faith: "It's not cynical. I mean, it's realistic. Every guy, from Manimal to Mr. I-Love-The-English-Patient has beast in him. And I don't care how sensitive they act. They're all still just in for the chase."

Scott: "Hey, Buffy! That's what I stopped you for, basically. Hey."
Buffy: "Okay. Hey."

Buffy: "We have a marching jazz band?"
Oz: "Yeah, but, you know, since the best jazz is improvisational, we'd be going off in all directions, banging into floats. Scary."
Willow: "He's just being Oz."
Oz: "Pretty much full-time."

Scott: "Oh, well, we're not up to flowers. Are we? Up to flowers? Did I miss flowers?"
Buffy: "No. We're pre-posy. Definitely."

Oz: "Senior bio? I kinda aced that final."
Willow: "And how did you do that? Oh, right, you showed up."

Giles: "Um, no need to panic."
Oz: "Just a thought -- poker, not your game."

Willow: "What's the deal, Giles?"
Giles: "Now, bear in mind, most likely, there, is no deal, but if there was a deal, then it, um, would concern murder last night."

Giles: "Now, much as I hate to think it, it could be the handiwork of..."
Oz: "Me."
Willow: "Wolf you, not you you."

Xander: "Not to freak. I rested my eyes now and then. That's all."
Giles: "How long exactly did you rest your eyes for?"
Xander: "A little now, a little then. But I never heard Oz leave, and he was here in the morning when I, um...when I..."
Giles: "Woke up!"
Xander: "You could put it that way if you want to, Mr. Technical."

Buffy: "Buffy Summers, reporting for sanity."

Platt: "Everybody has demons, right?"
Buffy: "Gotta say I'm with you on that."

Mr. Platt: "Look, lots of people lose themselves in love. It's, no shame. They write songs about it. The hitch is, you can't stay lost. Sooner or later, you have to get back to yourself."
Buffy: "And if you can't?"
Mr. Platt: "If you can't...well, love becomes your master, and you're just its dog."

Cordelia: "Oz ate someone last night."

Xander: "Oz does not eat people. It's more werewolf play. You know, I bat you around a little bit, like a cat toy. I have harmless, wolf fun. Is it Oz's fault that, you know, side effect, people get cut to ribbons, and maybe then he'll take a little nibble and...I'm not helping, am I?"

Giles: "We could ask Faith to watch over him."
Oz: "What, you're having a Slayer watch me? Oh, good, we're not overreacting."

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."

Xander: "We're doing crime here. You don't sneak up during crime."

Cordelia: "Okay! Scarred for life! Oh, God!"

Xander: "This guy *is* pretty barf-worthy. Can't we be elsewhere?"

Willow: "There are a lot of incised wounds, but they could be from anything."
Cordelia: "Anything with big, sharp teeth and vicious..."
Xander: "Do you wanna go back to the car and wait?"

Xander: "Okay, little too much excitement for the Willster here."

Faith: "Buffy! Are you okay? What are you doing here?"
Buffy: "Uh, bleeding internally, but I'll live."

Buffy: "Knock yourself out. Not literally, though."

Buffy: "Oh boy. Faith and her nutty books."
Giles: "Exploring Demon Dimensions and Mystery of Acathla." Buffy: "Yeah, and she still listens to heavy metal. Freaky deaky."

Buffy: "This was vivid. Really vivid. Three-dimensional, sensurround, the hills are alive."

Willow: "Glazed or cake? It's fun to watch them make them. They use this spritzy thing, and they drop the batter into this...."
Buffy: "Couldn't sleep, huh?"
Willow: "I've been at Mister Donut since the TV did that snowy thing. How come you're the wakey girl? I mean, this time it's not your boyfriend who's the cold-blooded...jelly doughnut?

Scott: "I can't back you on that lunch. Nutritional demerits."
Buffy: "Oh, my stomach doesn't want hard food today. But there's fruit in it."
Scott: "Those are marshmallows."
Buffy: "Oh."

Debbie: "Just don't tell Mr. Platt you have insomnia. He'll make you start a dream journal."
Pete: "Oh, what's that, like, a Barbie thing? Dear Dream Journal, how come Ken hasn't come around since he got that earring?"

Buffy: "He definitely marches to the beat of his own drummer. Actually, I think he makes his own drums."
Scott: "My mom says that therapy can be completely helpful."
Pete: "Yeah, but your mom has the wattage of a Zippo lighter, Scott."
Scott: "I hope you realize I don't actually know these people. I just, I thought you would like me better if I had friends, so I hired them."

Pete: "Check out Scotty liking the manic-depressive chick."

Buffy: "Wait. Don't turn around, okay? And don't say anything. Just listen. I mean, that's, that's your thing, right? There's something going on. (her voice shakes) I mean, th-this whole entire story is probably gonna convince you that I'm loony-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, I need to talk to someone. I'm so scared. It's this guy. H-h-he...he's come back.

Giles: "This creature is especially brutal. I believe the phrase coined by the coroner when describing Mr. Platt was 'pureed'."

Willow: "Yes! Sorry. I got...I've just been...It's horrible, horrible."

Giles: "Clearly, we're looking for a depraved, sadistic animal."
Oz: "Present. Hey, I may be a cold-blooded jelly donut, but my timing is impeccable."

Giles: "We have two victims: Jeff Orkin and now Platt. Maybe there's something they had in common."
Faith: "Missing internal organs."
Giles: "Besides that."

Oz: "They used to horse around."
Faith: "They were screwing?"
Oz: "I don't think so, but he hid her music comp book once."

Giles: "Faith, you and I team. Willow, stick with Buffy."
Oz: "And I'll...go lock myself in the cage."

Buffy: "It's tricky, covering a fresh shiner like that. You know what works?"
Debbie: "What?"
Buffy: "Don't get hit."

Debbie: "I didn't ask for your help."
Willow: "Well, when are you going to? I mean, if Pete kills you, it'll pretty much be too late."

Buffy: "You're lying."
Debbie: "What if I am? What are you gonna do about it?"
Willow: "Wrong question."

Oz: "This is kind of a bad time."
Pete: "Well, I guess you didn't think about that when you put the moves on Debbie."
Oz: "We talked, yeah, but it was move-free."

Oz: "I'm serious. Something's gonna' happen that you probably won't believe."

Oz: "Or you might."

Debbie: "He does love me. He does love me."
Buffy: This is useless. We have to go. I have to find Pete."
Debbie: He does love me."
Willow: "Come on."
Debbie: "He does love me."
Willow: "I think we broke her."
Debbie: "He does love me. He does love me."
Buffy: "I think she was broken before this."

Oz: "Time's up. Rules change."

Buffy: "Sorry!"
Giles: "Oh, right. Bloody priceless."

Angel: "Buffy?"
He falls to his knees and holds her tightly. Buffy is surprised by this turn of events and isn't sure what to do. Angel just keeps holding her even tighter and starts to sob into her jacket. Angel: "Buffy...."

Willow: "It's all over school, what happened with Debbie and Pete. Except for the Pete-was-a-monster part."
Oz: "Yeah, a freshman told me that Pete had eight iced cafe mochas and just lost it."
Buffy: "That's better than the estrogen theory. I heard he took all of his mother's birth control pills."
Cordelia: "He didn't? Pete was a monster? Where have I been?"
Xander: "In your special place, Cor, which is why I adore you."

Cordelia: "Great. Now I'm gonna be stuck with serious thoughts all day."

Scott: "It's just that you never really know what's going on inside somebody. Do you? I mean, you think...if you care about them.... But you never really do."

Buffy: "'Night came on, and a 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.'"