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, WP=Wesley, F=Faith, M=Mayor Wilkins, An=Anya)
A: Where you going?
B: Maybe we should think about getting a few mirrors. And maybe a drawer, you know, for some of my stuff. Because that's what couples do -- they have drawers.
A: The prom?
B: Sorry. I guess it's later than we thought.
X: So, now, how did that work? Women would wish horrible things on their ex-boyfriends, you'd show up and make it happen.
An: Men are evil. Will you go with me?
An: Now I have all these "feelings". I don't understand it. I don't like it. All I know is I rally want to go to this dance, and I want someone to go with me.
An: Look I know you find me attractive. I've seen you looking at my breasts.
O: Anya, huh? Interesting choice.
B: Well, at least we all have someone to go with now. Some of us are going with demons, but I think that's a valid lifestyle choice.
B: Angel's going to lose it. But, not his soul. I mean he's going to lose it. His... *it*.
J: You don't drink? Beverages, I mean.
B: So it was blue and sort of short?
WP: So, it's safe to say we shouldn't waste any time on such trifling matters as a school dance.
G: And I shall be wearing pink taffeta, as chenille will not go with my complexion.
B: But especially if we're all going to vaporize or something on graduation day, we deserve a little prom-y fun. One night of glory, not too much to ask.
B: I always say a patrol's not complete without a trip to the stinky sewers.
A: We have more important things to think about right now than a dance, Buffy.
B: What's with the dire?
A: It's nothing.
A: And children.
A: I'm trying to think with my head instead of my heart.
B: I want my life to be with you.
W: Oh, he's a fool. He's just a big, dumb, jerk person. If you ask me. And he's a super-maxi jerk for doing it right before the prom.
B: He's 243 years old. He doesn't exactly get the prom.
B: You don't have to make him the bad guy.
W: It must be horrible.
C: I'm considering things a little more carefully nowadays. I don't want to get stuck with another dud.
C: No dresses, no cellphone, no car. Everything has been taken away because Daddy made a little mistake on his taxes... for the last 12 years.
C: And now she has to wear a name-tag. Oh, I'm a name-tag person. Don't leave that out.
C: The other part that totally weirded me out, that thing had good taste. He chucked Xander and went right for the formalwear.
C: Very smooth lines. Until he was shredded.
W: She's right. I mean, you've seen one big hairy bringer of death, you've seen them all.
O: Hey, pause it.
WP: Let me guess. He was quiet, kept to himself, but always seemed like a nice young man.
X: Well, I just wanted to say that your impersonation of an inanimate object is really coming along.
O: Once again, the Hellmouth puts the "special" in special occasion.
B: I'm going to give you all a nice, fun, normal evening, if I have to kill every single person on the face of the earth to do it.
X: What's the mission?
B: I mean, where did I think you get your blood, McPlasma's?
A: How are you?
B: I'm over the whole "Buffy gets one perfect high school moment" thing.
W: We can't just leave you, Buff.
G: I don't really know what to say. Um, I understand that this sort of thing requires ice cream of some kind.
An: She wished her husband's head would explode, which was great, except we were standing three feet from him at the time. What a mess. Of course, you know, during the plague, it was always parts falling off, but... that got pretty old since really they pretty much were anyway...
WP: I must say, this is all rather odd to me.
WP: Salsa's hot. Very hot.
W: We got in. Maybe we should dance before we get besieged, bedeviled or beheaded or something.
WP: May I say, you look smashing.
An: So then this one time, a girl wished that her ex would cannibalize himself. Even I had a hard time watching that one, let me tell you.
X: It looks good on you.
B: Sorry, new plan! The prom's a go. And you're pathetic.
B: Whatever. Every maladjust has his reasons. Luckily for me, you're an incompetent maladjust.
Psycho: My three fiercest babies are on their way to the dance right now. You think formal wear makes them crazy, wait till they see the mirror ball.
B: Oh, come on, that song sucks.
O: Everything cool?
Jonathan: We're not good friends. Most of us never found the time to get to know you. But that doesn't mean we haven't noticed you. We don't talk about it much, but it's no secret that Sunnydale High isn't really like other high schools. A lot of weird stuff happens here.
WP: I'd like your opinion. While the last thing I wish to do is model bad behavior in front of impressionable youth, I wonder if asking Miss Chase to dance-
G: You did good work tonight, Buffy.
Credit: The Sunnydale Slayers
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