Oz: [Thinking] I am my thoughts. If they exist in her, Buffy contains everything that is me, and she becomes me. I cease to exist.
Oz: Hmm.
Xander: [Thinking] What am I gonna do? I think about sex all the time. Sex. Help.
Four times five is thirty. Five times six is thirty-two. Naked girls. Naked women. Naked Buffy. Oh, stop me.
Buffy: God, Xander. Is that all you think about?
Xander: Actually... bye.
Sep 9th