BtVS Quotes
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(B=Buffy, G=Giles, X=Xander, W=Willow, C=Cordelia, O=Oz, A=Angel, J=Joyce, PS=Principal Snyder, T=Mr. Trick, L=Larry, H=Harmony, M=The Master, A=Anyanka )
B: Okay, that was too close for comfort. Not that slaying's ever comfy, but...
W: Isn't he gonna poof?
X: Well, burial detail aside, does this cap us off for the day?
X: But you know what really bugs me? Okay, we kissed. It was a mistake. But I know that was positively the last time we were ever gonna kiss.
B: Focus on school. That's the strong Willow way to heal.
X: So tell us, wise one, how do you deal?
C: Most people around here can't tell Prada from Payless.
H: But, it was smart - you know, the injury thing? You take a week off, let everybody forget about the temporary insanity that was Xander Harris?
Girl: You know what you have to do - start dating. Get back on the horse.
A: If that girl had an original thought, her head would explode.
C: I don't wish, I act. Starting now, Xander Harris is gonna get a bellyful of just how over him I am.
X: Excuse me, I need to be both giving and receiving of mirth. Is it too much to ask for a little back-up?
W: It's true - Cordelia belongs to the justified camp. She should make us pay. And pay, and pay, and pay... In fact, there's just not enough pay for what...
X: Behold the beauty that is now. Who's with me?
X: Look at her - tears of a clown, baby. Or is it... grins of a sad person?
W: Xander, your hand.
W: But if I want to make things right with Oz, my hands, my - all my stuff - has to be for him only.
H: Oh, hey, it's garbage girl. Loved the look last night, Cor. Dumpster chic for the dumped.
C: Yeah, I can use some luck. And a stick with pointy, sharp bits.
C: She was like, a good fairy. A scary, veiny... good fairy.
Teacher: Now, don't forget, tomorrow we have our monthly memorial, so there's no class.
X: Buffy? The Slayer?
W: Bored now. This is the part that's less fun. When there isn't any screaming.
C: No way! I wish us into bizarro-land, and you guys are still together?! I cannot win!
W: No fun. She didn't even hardly fight.
X: Slap my hand, dead soul man.
M: I've lost my appetite for this one. She keeps looking at me. I'm trying to eat and she looks at me!
X: ...till that wanna-slay librarian showed up.
X: "Gotta get Buffy here." Isn't that what they called the Slayer?
W: You're in a big cage.
M: You killed the girl that sought the Slayer?
G: Yes, I'm aware that there's a great deal of demonic activity in Cleveland. It happens, you know, that Sunnydale is on a Hellmouth. It is so!
W: Bored now. Daytime is the worst. Cooped up for hours. Can't hunt. But the Master said I could play. Isn't that fun, puppy? Aw, puppy's being all quiet.
W: That's right, puppy. Willow's gonna make you bark.
W: Don't you want to?
O: So Cordelia wished for something? If it was a long, healthy life, she should get her money back.
G: It was better... before.
B: Why don't I just put a stake through her heart?
B: You're taking an awful lot on faith here, Jeeves.
B: World is what it is. We fight, we die. Wishing doesn't change that.
B: I don't play well with others. Now, I'm gonna ask you this once, and then I'm gonna get testy.
B: Is this a get-in-my-pants thing? You guys in Sunnydale talk like I'm the second coming.
M: Behold the technical wonder which is about to alter the very fabric of our society. Some have argued that such an advancement goes against our nature. They claim that death is our art. I say to them... well, I don't say anything to them because I kill them.
M: Hunt and kill, hunt and kill. Titillating? Yes. Practical? Hardly. Meanwhile, the humans, with their plebian minds, have brought us a truly demonic concept. Mass production!
A: What's the plan?
W: Uh-oh. Puppy got out.
C: I wish Buffy Summers had never come to Sunnydale.
Credit: The Sunnydale Slayers
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