CHAOS THEORY.
❝ If you ever fucking do that again, it'll be you on the receiving end of the bullet. ❞
There were two things you could guarantee about Willow Su. One, she'd always be honest and never sugarcoat a damn thing even if it...
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Harley: Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I don't know how to please a woman... you buy them a dress with pockets.
Matt, in a jail cell: So, who should we call to get us out? Willow, right next to him: I would call Emily or Mike, but I feel safer in jail.
Harley: I'm gay and confused. Harley: Not about being gay. I just never know what's fucking going on because Willow doesn't tell me shit.
Willow: *falls down* Mike, catching her: I think you just fell for me. Willow: Put me the fuck down.
Willow: Do you want to talk about your feelings, Mike? Mike: No. Matt: I do! Willow: I know, Matt. Matt: I'm sad. Willow: I know, Matt.
Mike: If a psycho got you, I'd hunt them down to the ends of the earth so they could face justice. Willow: If you asked, I would kill every person in this room without a second thought. Therapist: You guys do know that normal couples don't say those things to each other, right?
Willow: Babe, we tried things your way. Mike: ...No, we didn't. Willow: I did, in my head, it didn't work.
Harley: You're smiling. Did something good happen? Willow: I can't just smile because I feel like it? Matt: Ashley tripped and fell down the stairs.
Willow: I laugh in the face of danger. And then I hide until it goes away.
Willow: What are you drinking? Harley: Vodka. Willow: Straight? Harley: No, gay. Willow: What? Harley: You heard me.
Willow: Wolves deserve to live forever. Sam: And humans don't? Willow: No.
Willow: I live off spite. Mike: No, that's not enough to live off of. Mike: You need vegetables.
Willow: Apparently 'spite' isn't the appropriate response to 'what motivates you'.
Harley: I'm Willow's emergency contact. Nurse: Oh, you're here to pick her up? Harley: No, I'm here to remove myself as her emergency contact.
Mike, sitting up in bed: Harley just did something stupid. Willow, half asleep: This is big dad energy.
Willow: I lost friends the way everyone loses friends. Harley, nodding: In Ikea.
Willow: If I get taken out by a serial killer, please know that I died doing what I loved. Willow: Learning too much about serial killers.
Willow: People keep asking how I keep my friends in order. Willow: I don't. This morning Matt called for me and when I walked into the room, Harley shot me in the throat with a nerf gun.
Mike: I would like to propose─ Willow: What? Mike: ─ an idea. Willow: Oh. Mike: We should get married.
Willow: I don't have good ideas, I just try and stop everyone from doing the bad ones.
