Evil WILLOW: (gloating) Alone at last. (appraisingly) Well, look at me. (noting the fuzzy pink sweater) I'm all fuzzy.

WILLOW: What do I want with you? (catches herself) Uh...

Evil WILLOW: Your little school friend Anya said that you're the one that brought me here. She said that you could get me back to my world.

WILLOW: Oh. (gets it) Oh! Oops!

Evil WILLOW: But I don't know... (smiles wickedly) I kinda *like* the idea of the two of us. We could be quite a team, if you came around to *my* way of thinking.

WILLOW: (uncertainly) Would that mean we have to snuggle?

Evil Willow brushes Willow's hair away from her neck.

Evil WILLOW: (coaxing) What do you say?

She gives Willow's neck an eager, lengthy lick.

Evil WILLOW: (enticingly) Wanna be bad?

WILLOW: (completely unnerved) This just can't get more disturbing. Ack! Ew! No more! You're really starting to freak me out!

Evil WILLOW: You don't wanna play, I guess I can't force you.

Willow reaches under the counter for what she originally came for and pulls out the dart rifle just as Evil Willow comes through the door to behind the counter.

Evil WILLOW: Oh, wait.

Willow locks the bolt in place.

Evil WILLOW: (smiling meanly) I can.

Willow frantically aims and fires. The dart hits Evil Willow dead center of her chest. Stunned, she looks down at the protruding dart, staggers and starts to fall.

Evil WILLOW: (moans) Bitch...

written by: Joss Whedon; . Full transcript at:
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