Willow: Come in. Oh, Riley. Hi.
Riley: Hi. Gee, I hope I’m not interrupting anything really depressing.
Willow: What’s up?
Riley: Right to the point, ok. I was thinking of asking out Buffy.
Willow: She’s not here.
Riley: I know. See, I don’t know that much about Buffy. But I’m interested in what she likes, and so far, well, the only thing that I know she likes is you.
Willow: What—what do you want me to do?
Riley: Just tell me something. Anything. Just give me a clue to— Here, let me help you with that…
Riley: Just something that will start us talking, you know? I’m thinking that “how ‘bout them Broncos” won’t really cut it.
Willow: Okay, say that I help, and you start a conversation. It goes great. You like Buffy, she likes you. You spend time together, feelings grow deeper, and one day, without even realizing it, you find you’re in love. Time stops, And it feels like the whole world’s made for you two, and you two alone, until the day one of you leaves and rips the still-beating heart from the other, who’s now a broken, hollow, mockery of the human condition.
Riley: Yep, that’s the plan.
Willow: I figured it was.
Riley: Oh. Look, if you want to tell me to go to hell, that’s ok. Maybe this is the last thing you want to talk about. I just feel that, well, I’ve never courted anyone like Buffy before. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like Buffy before.
Willow: Why should I trust you?
Riley: Just sort of hoping you’d think I have an honest face.
Willow: I’ve seen honest faces before. They usually come attached to liars.
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Buffy Summers, Willow Rosenberg and Xander Harris [3/6]
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?