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, S=Sheila Rosenberg, M=Michael, Amy=Amy)
J: It's, um, you know, something we could share.
J: Good, honey, kill him!
J: It's Mr. Sanderson from the bank. And he's getting away!
(closed captioning, but no voices heard:
:I--I really--I don't know what else I can tell you. The dead children? No, they didn't speak.
:Okay, well, enjoy your doughnuts.)
B: But I promise, everything's going to be okay.
G: Oh, uh, 12th Century, Papal Encyclical.
B: Find me the thing that uses this symbol and point me at it.
B: Someone with a soul did this?
O: I haven't seen you all day. Where you been?
X: Why was your mom there?
J: A cult. Like witches.
J: Are you embarrassed to be hanging out with your mother? I didn't hug you.
B: You know what? A lot of times when we're working on stuff like this, we like to keep the number of people that know about it kind of... small.
S: Willow, you cut off your hair. That's a new look.
J: Well, it's uh, it's been a while.
S: People calling themselves witches are responsible for this brutal crime.
J: Mr. Mayor, you're dead wrong. This is not a good town. How many of us have lost someone who just disappeared? Or, or got skinned? Or suffered a neck rupture?
C: You're going to be one busy little Slayer, baby-sitting them.
B: Is Willow around?
X: I'm getting sick of the judgement. The innuendoes. Is a man not innocent until proven guilty?
B: What is this?
X: Oh, man, it's Nazi Germany, and I've got _Playboys_ in my locker.
PS: This is a glorious day for Principals everywhere. No pathetic whining about students' rights. Just a long row of lockers, and a man with a key.
W: I have stuff in my locker. Henbane, hellebore, mandrake root.
G: They're confiscating my books.
G: Ordinarily, I would say let's widen our research.
G: This is intolerable. Snyder has interfered before, but I won't take this from that twisted little homunculus.
PS: Just how is, um, "Blood Rites and Sacrifices" appropriate material for a public school library? Chess Club branching out?
PS: Just remember, lift a finger against me, and you'll have to answer to MOO.
W: Mom, I'm not an age group. I'm me. Willow group.
W: Mom, how would you know what I can do? I mean, the last time we had a conversation over three minutes, it was about the patriarchal bias of the Mister Rogers Show.
S: You're grounded.
W: I'm a rebel. I'm having a rebellion.
W: Mom, I'm not acting out, I'm a witch. I can make pencils float. And I can summon the four elements. Okay, two, but four soon. And I'm dating a musician!
W: All bow before Satan!
S: I don't want you hanging out with those friends of yours. It's clear where this little obsession came from. You will not speak to Bunny Summers again.
J: Honey, they opened a few lockers.
J: Evil pops up, you undo it. And that's great. But is Sunnydale getting any better? Are they running out of vampires?
B: Okay, maybe I don't have a plan. Lord knows I don't have any lapel buttons.
B: And nice acronym, Mom.
B: how are you?
A: I heard about this. People are talking. People are even talking to me.
B: My mom said some things to me about being the Slayer. That it's fruitless. No fruit for Buffy.
B: Okay, so I battle evil. But I don't really win. The bad keeps coming back, and getting stronger. I'm like that kid in the story, the boy that stuck his finger in the duck.
A: Buffy, you know I'm still figuring things out -- there's a lot I don't understand. But I do know it's important to keep fighting. And I learned that from you.
G: "Session interrupted"? Who said you could interrupt, you stupid, useless fad! No, I said fad, and I'll say it again.
X: "Frisky Watchers Chat Room." Why, Giles!
B: We need to get some information.
G: There is a fringe theory, held by a few folklorists, that some regional stories have actual, very literal antecedents.
X: Wait, Hansel and Gretel? Breadcrumbs, ovens, gingerbread house?
X: I don't know about you, but I'm gonna go trade my cow for some beans. No one else is seeing the funny here.
B: What happened?
C: Wake up!
C: I came over here to tell Buffy to stop this craziness, and found you all unconscious -- again. How many times have you been knocked out, anyway? I swear, one of these times, you're going to wake up in a coma.
X: What's with the grim? We're here to join you guys. No, really, why should you guys have all the fun? We want to be part of the hate.
S: Torch.
Amy: All right, you want to fry a witch? I'll give you a witch. Goddess Hecate, work thy will!
W: You've seen what we can do. Another step and you will all feel my power!
G: And, uh, drop a toadstone into the mixture.
B: Mom, dead people are talking to you. Do the math.
C: God, you really were the little youthful offender, weren't you? You must just look back on that and cringe.
C: You like that, huh? How about some more?
B: Cordelia, put out the fire!
C: Okay, I think I liked the two little ones more than the one big one.
Demon: Protect us. Kill the bad girls.
B: Did I get it? Did I get it?
W: Diana, Hecate, I hereby license thee to depart. Goddess of creatures great and small, I conjure thee to withdraw.
Credit: The Sunnydale Slayers
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