<One of my most favorite scene of the entire series>
Willow: Oh! (opens the door) Angel! What are you doing here?
Angel: I wanted to talk to you.
Willow: (looks around) Oh, well…
She gestures for him to come in, but he just stays standing there.
Willow: Well?
Angel: I can’t. Unless you invite me, I can’t come in.
Willow: Oh! (nervous) Well, okay, I invite you. To come in.
She turns around as he comes in, and a look of horror appears on her
face when she sees her bra just lying there on her bed out in the open.
She quickly rushes over, grabs it and stashes it.
Angel: I-if this is a bad time, I…
Willow: No! I just… I’m not supposed to have boys in my room.
Angel: I promise to behave myself.
Willow: (still nervous) Okay. Good.
Angel: I guess I need help.
Willow: Help? You mean like on homework? No, ‘cause you’re old and you
already know stuff.
Angel: I want you to track someone down. On the ‘Net. (eyes her laptop)
Willow: (smiles) Oh! Great! I’m so the ‘Net girl. (goes to sit at her
desk)
Angel: I just wanna find everything I can. Records, affiliates, I’m not
even sure what I’m looking for yet.
Willow: (types) Good. What’s the name?
Angel: Billy Fordham.
Willow: Uh, Angel? If I say something you really don’t wanna hear,
(faces him) do you promise not to bite me?
Angel: Are you gonna tell me that I’m jealous?
Willow: Well, you do sometimes get that way.
Angel: You know, I never used to. (sits on her bed) Things used to be
pretty simple. (Willow types) A hundred years, just hanging out, feelin’
guilty… I really honed my brooding skills. Then she comes along.
(Willow faces him again) Yeah, I get jealous. But I know people. And my
gut tells me this is a wrong guy.
<3
