. . . burst into song?
The page just looks lyrics-heavy lately for some reason.
Everyone stops and stares at [Buffy], then comes to life in a flurry of agreement, talking over each other in their excitement to share. [And although I'm sure this was cool on the home theater sound system (yes, I'm still bitter, shut the hell up), the 3" speaker on my tv made most of the following sound like "Rhubarb."] XANDER Merciful Zeus! WILLOW We thought it was just us! GILES Well, I sang but I had my guitar at the hotel... TARA It was bizarre. We were talking and then it was like- BUFFY Like you were in a musical! GILES That would explain the huge backing orchestra I couldn't see and the synchronized dancing from the room service chaps. WILLOW We did a whole duet about dish washing. ANYA And we were arguing and then everything rhymed and there were harmonies and the dance with coconuts. WILLOW There was an entire verse about the cous-cous. XANDER It was very disturbing. GILES (to Buffy) What did you sing about? BUFFY (evasive) I don't remember. But it seemed perfectly normal. XANDER But disturbing and not the natural order of things. And do you think it'll happen again? GILES I don't know. I should look into it. WILLOW With the books. TARA Do we have any books on this? XANDER Well, we just gotta break it down. Look at the factors before it happens again because I for one- GILES (Æ) I've got a theory, That it's a demon, A dancing demon- No, something isn't right there.
Why yes, the Once More, With Feeling soundtrack can be ordered from Amazon. Why do you ask?

Aren't these lines just mostly filler?
Why yes, it did sound very, very cool.
. . . or we could just sit around and glare. . .
You know I love you and I invited you over to play with my tech toys whenever you made your way down here.
I'm still waiting.
"...you make me complete..."
I bet none of you are even working.
Now we're partyin'.
That's what it's all about.
Fine. I hope you burn. You *and* the little bit.
What is this thing you Earthmen call work?
Don't even think about yeehodeleeohdeleehihooing about lonely goatherds, if this is going to be a musical...
Work? We don't need no stinking work.
So. You're not staying, then?
We're looking up the text. The volume.
The volume-y text.
There is no get-a-room-iness about us at all.