Willow: Do you wanna make out with me?
Oz: What?!
Willow: Forget it. I’m sorry. (..) Well, do you?
Oz: Sometimes when I’m sitting in class.. you know not thinking about class ‘cause that would never happen.. I think about kissing you. And it’s like everything stops, it’s like freeze-frame. Willow kissage. (..) Oh, I’m not gonna kiss you.
Willow: What? But.. freeze-frame.
Oz: Well, to the casual observer, it would appear that you were trying to make your friend Xander jealous. Or even the score, or something. And that’s on the empty side. See, in my fantasy, when I’m kissing you.. you’re kissing me. (…) It’s OK. I can wait.
