WILLOW: Mm, sage. I love that smell. And marnox root. You know, a smidge of this mixed with a virgin's saliva... Does something I know nothing about.

GILES: These forces are not something that one plays around with, Willow. What have you been conjuring?

WILLOW: Nothing... much. Well, you know, I tried this spell to cure Angel, and I guess that was a bust. But since then, you know, small stuff: floating feather, fire out of ice, which next time I won't do on the bedspread. Are you mad at me?

GILES: No, of course not, no. If I were, I would be making a strange clucking sound with my tongue.

• Funnies
• Giles & Willow
• Willow's Witchiness

written by: David Greenwalt; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/37faithhopetrick.html