Dorothy could've popped Glinda's bubble and gone back to bed. They were ruby slippers, not the red dancing shoes of death.

[Nothing was walking for her. Dorothy still took those steps herself.]

It's the-- the-- [what was that stupid hero circle bullshit called? Where's Sam and his nerd-ery when you need him.]

Hero's... thing... Like Buffy learning she's the Slayer. Is she gonna tell Donald Sutherland to fuck off or is she gonna get it with Luke Perry? If there wasn't a chance she was gonna say no and walk away, there's no drama.