WILLOW: Bored now. Daytime's the worst. Cooped up for hours. Can't hunt. But the Master said I could play. Isn't that fun, Puppy?

She unlocks the cell door and swings it in.

WILLOW: Aw... Puppy's being all quiet. Come on. Don't be a spoilsport.

The man groans as she straddles him. She grabs him by the hair and jerks his head up. It's Angel.

WILLOW: Guess what today is?Today the plant opens. It's a big party. You remember I told you about the plant? All those people you tried to save? It's gonna be quick for them. Not for you, though. It's gonna be slow for you.

She flips him over onto his back and straddles his stomach. He lets out a painful moan.

WILLOW: That's right, Puppy... Willow's gonna make you bark. (smiles)

He cries out when she rips open his shirt to reveal several very deep and bloody wounds on his chest.

WILLOW: Oh... Maybe I went too hard on you last time.

Behind her Xander strikes a wooden kitchen match with his thumbnail and tosses it onto Angel's chest.

XANDER: Too hard? No such thing.

WILLOW: Watch it with those things. You almost got my hair.

XANDER: Sorry. Got carried away.

He tosses her the large box of matches.

WILLOW: Don't you want to?

XANDER: No, thanks, baby. I just wanna watch you go.

written by: Marti Noxon; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/43wish.html