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Buffy Episodenguide |
7x21 "End of Days"
[Das Ende der Zeit (1)]
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Xander: I just always thought that I would... that I would be there with you, you know, for the end.
Buffy: Hey!
Xander: (ausweichend) Not that this is the end!
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Buffy: Also, you can't shoot a bow and arrow anymore and every time you pick up a sword, I worry that you're going to break one of our good lamps.
Xander: Hey!
Buffy: (lächelt) Don't look at me. You're the one who said I'm gonna die.
Xander: I never said that you were going to die. I implied that you were going to die. It's totally different.
Buffy: Yeah, okay. Sure.
Xander: Besides, if you die, I'll just bring you back to life. That's what I do.
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Dawn: Xander, my crossbow is not out here. I told you, I don't leave crossbows around all willy-nilly. Not since that time with Miss Kitty Fantastico.
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Xander: And you know what's even worse? All the stupid "it's all fun and games until someone loses an eye" jokes. "Hey, Xander, so no more fun and games, huh?"
Dawn: Giles was just having fun with you.
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The First / Buffy: Face it. Your strength is waning. It has been quite some time since we... merged.
Caleb: Maybe you're right. Okay. Let's do it. He closes his eyes and readies himself.
The First / Buffy: Boy, you sure know how to romance a girl. No flowers, no dinner, no tour of the rectory. Just "Okay, I'm ready. Let's do it." Help me. My knees are weak.
Caleb: Watch what you say now. You're startin' to sound like her. This is a sacred experience for me.
The First / Buffy: And for me as well. Look, when this is all over and our armies spring forth and our will sweeps the world, I will be able to enter every man, woman and child on this earth, just as I enter you.
Caleb: Are you tryin' to make me jealous?
The First / Buffy: I'm trying to make you a god.
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Buffy: You didn't blow it.
Faith: Tell that to-
Buffy: People die. You lead them into battle, they're going to die. It doesn't matter how ready you are or how smart you are... war is about death. Needless, stupid death.
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Faith: So here's the laugh riot. My whole life I've been a loner.
Buffy: Is that the funny part? Did I miss something?
Faith: I'm trying to-
Buffy: Sorry! Sorry. Go.
Faith: No ties, no buddies, no relationships that lasted longer than... well, Robin lasted pretty long. Boy's got stamina.
Buffys Augen werden groß
Buffy: Principal Wood? And you? And in my-
Faith: Don't tell me you two got wriggly?
Buffy: No! No, we're just good friends... or mortal enemies depending on which day of the... (seufzt) Was that the funny part?
Faith: Okay, the point. Me, by myself, all the time. I'm looking at you, everything you have and, I don't know... jealous. Then there I am, everybody's looking to me, trusting me to lead them and I've never felt so alone in my entire life.
Buffy nickt, versteht, daß Faith es endlich begriffen hat.
Buffy: Yeah.
Faith: And that's you, every day. Isn't it?
Buffy: I love my friends. I'm very grateful for them. But that's the price of being a Slayer.
Faith: There's only supposed to be one. Maybe that's why you and I can never get along. We're not supposed to exist together.
Buffy: Also, you went evil and were killing people.
Faith: Good point. Also a factor.
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Andrew: Oh, this one has oxygen tanks.
Anya: They'd only be useful if something big was attacking, and then we could shove one down their throat and blow 'em up like Roy Scheider did with that shark in Jaws.
Andrew: You are the perfect woman.
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Andrew: Oh, cool... gauze and alcohol, tape and sutures if we want to get stitchy with it. Oh, and there's a box of ointment here. I used one of these on a rash once.
Anya: Oh, show me.
Andrew: Well, it's healed up but it was red and crusty with these little itchy places.
Anya: Show me the box full of ointments, you little freak. And get cotton packing for the big wounds.
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Andrew: It's going to be bad, isn't it?
Anya: Yeah.
Andrew: So how come you're here? I mean, you could just go, right?
Anya: Yeah. I did once before.
Andrew: Before what?
Anya: Well, there was this other apocalypse this one time and... well, I took off. But this time, I don't know...
Andrew: Well, what's different?
Anya: Well, I guess I was kinda new to being around humans before. But now I've seen a lot more, gotten to know people, seen what they're capable of and... I guess I just realized how amazingly screwed up they all are. I mean, really, really screwed up in a monumental fashion.
Andrew: Oh.
Anya: And they have no purpose that unites them so they just drift around blundering through life until they die... which they know is coming yet every single one of them is surprised when it happens to them. They're incapable of thinking about what they want beyond the moment. They kill each other, which is clearly insane... and yet here's the thing. When it's something that really matters, they fight. I mean, they're lame morons for fighting but they do. They never... they never quit. So I guess I will keep fighting, too.
Andrew: That was kind of beautiful. You love humans.
Anya: I do not!
Andrew: Yes, you do. (singend) You love them...
Anya: Stop it! I don't love them and I'll kill you if you tell anybody.
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Guardian: Now I'm alone in the world.
Buffy: So what are you? Some kind of ghost?
Guardian: No, I'm as real as you are. Just... well, let me put it this way: I look good for my age. I've been waiting.
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Guardian: You pulled it out of the rock. I was one of those who put it in there.
Buffy: What is it?
Guardian: A weapon. A scythe. Forged in secrecy for one like you who- I'm sorry. What's your name?
Buffy: Buffy.
Guardian: No, really.
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Guardian: But you already have weapons. Use it wisely and perhaps you can beat back the rising dark. One way or another, it can only mean an end is truly near.
Plötzlich taucht ein Paar Hände hinter der alten Frau auf, greifen ihren Kopf und reißen ihn brutal herum; das Genick bricht und die alte Frau stürzt zu Boden. Hinter ihr tritt Caleb hervor.
Caleb: I'm sorry, I didn't catch that last part on account of her neck snappin' and all. Did she say the end is near... or here?
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