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| Willow steps out from behind her changing screen, wearing a long, sleeveless black dress. Willow: Uh, I know. 'Nice.' Xander: I was gonna go with 'gorgeous.' (steps toward her) Willow: Really? (steps toward him) You, too. I-in a guy way. Xander: Oz is very lucky. Willow: (smiling) So is Cordelia . . . i-in a girl way. Willow: I don't know if I can dance in this. I don't know if I can dance! Xander: Come on. Piece of cake. (He steps toward her and offers his hands to dance.) Here. (They begin to dance a slow waltz.) |
Finally, they realize what they are doing, and jump apart. Xander: (points at her) That didn't just happen! Willow: No! (gestures nervously) I mean, it did, but it didn't! Xander: Because I respect you. And Oz. And I would never . . . Willow: I would never, either! I-it must be the clothes. I-it's a fluke. Xander: It's a clothes fluke, that's what it is. And there'll be no more fluking. Willow: Not ever. (They move towards one another and are about to kiss when they jump apart again.) Xander: We gotta get out of these clothes! Willow: Right now! (They quickly realize the implication of what was just said, and become flustered.) Xander: Oh, I didn't mean . . . Willow: I didn't . . . me, either! (She rushes behind her screen, and Xander rushes the other way.) |
| Xander: Well, that seems to, um . . . Willow: Yeah. This shouldn't be a . . . problem. Xander: No. No problem. (He slowly leans his head down to her, and she responds by angling hers up to him. They kiss for several seconds. |
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| HOMECOMING Xander and Willow are trying on outfits for the Homecoming dance. Xander is struggling with his tie, and Willow takes over for him. Xander: What? Willow: (smiling) I was just . . . Remember the eighth-grade cotillion? You had that clip-on? Xander: Hey, I was pretty stylin' with a clip-on. Willow: And now here we are, and it's . . . Homecoming. Xander: Yeah, we should face it, Will . . . You and I are gonna be in neighboring rest homes while I come over so you can adjust my, um . . . (Willow raises her eyebrows at him.) Xander: My, uh . . . Well, I can't think of anything that's not really gross. |
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