WILLOW: You can’t stop this.
XANDER: Yeah, I get that. It’s just, where else am I gonna go? You’ve been my best friend my whole life. World gonna end … where else would I want to be?
WILLOW: Is this the master plan? You’re going to stop me by telling me you love me?
XANDER: Well, I was going to walk you off a cliff and hand you an anvil, but … it seemed kinda cartoony.
WILLOW: Still making jokes.
XANDER: I’m not joking. I know you’re in pain. I can’t imagine the pain you’re in. And I know you’re about to do something apocalyptically evil and stupid, and hey… I still want to hang. You’re Willow.
WILLOW: Don’t call me that.
XANDER: First day of kindergarten. You cried because you broke the yellow crayon, and you were too afraid to tell anyone. You’ve come pretty far, ending the world, not a terrific notion. But the thing is? Yeah. I love you. I loved crayon-breaky Willow and I love … scary veiny Willow. So if I’m going out, it’s here. If you wanna kill the world? Well, then start with me. I’ve earned that.
