Ag: Well, I guess that qualifies as "happy to see me."
B: Angel, what are you doing... don't even. I just want to bask. (short pause) Okay, I'm basked. What are you doing here?
Ag: Not saving the damsel in distress, that's for sure.
B: Oh, you know me, not much with the damseling.
Ag: Got your share of distress, though.
Ag: I got coverage of the whole thing. Very gripping. It needs a third act.
C: Are you ready to finish this, bitch?
B: Okay, how many times do I have to kill you? Ballpark figure.
C: Stupid girl. You'll never stop me. You don't have the ba--
B: Who does nowadays?
Ag: Okay, now I'm pissed. Where is he?
B: He had to split.
B: Reliable source?
Ag: Not remotely.
B: Any port in an apocalypse.
Ag: I brought something else as well.
B: I can already tell you, I have nothing that goes with that.
Ag: It's very powerful, and probably very dangerous. It has a purifying power, a cleansing power... possibly scrubbing bubbles.
Ag: I don't know nearly enough about this to risk you wearing it. Besides, you got that real cool ax-thing going for you.
B: You vampires. Did anyone ever tell you the whole smelling people thing's a little gross?
B: He's got a soul now.
Ag: Oh. Well.
Ag: That's great. Everyone's got a soul now.
B: He'll make a difference.
Ag: You know, I started it. The whole having a soul. Before it was all the cool new thing.
B: Oh my god. Are you twelve?
Ag: I'm getting the brush-off for Captain Peroxide.
B: Are you just gonna come here and go all Dawson on me every time I have a boyfriend?
Ag: Aha! Boyfriend!
B: He's not. But... he is in my heart.
Ag: That'll end well.
B: What was the highlight of our relationship -- when you broke up with me, or when I killed you?
B: Okay, I'm cookie dough. I'm not done baking. I'm not finished becoming whatever the hell it is I'm gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and... maybe one day I turn around and realize I'm ready. I'm cookies. And then, you know, if I want someone to eat--- or enjoy warm, delicious cookie me, then, that's fine. That'll be then. When I'm done.
Ag: Any thoughts on who might enjoy... do I have to go with the cookie analogy?
B: It'd be a long time coming. Years, if ever.
Ag: I ain't getting any older.
D: (kicks Buffy)
X: Don't look at me. This is a Summers thing. It's all very violent.
B: If you get killed, I'm telling.
W: Did you find out anything about the scythe?
B: It slices, it dices, and makes julienne preacher.
B: I cut him in half.
W: All right!
A: He had that coming.
X: Hey, party in my eye socket and everyone's invited! Sometimes I shouldn't say words.
S: So, where's tall, dark and forehead?
B: Let me guess -- you can smell him?
S: Yeah, that and I also used my enhanced vampire eyeballs to watch you kissing him.
B: It was... a hello.
S: Most people don't use their tongues to say hello. Or I guess they do, but...
B: Good, good. I haven't had quite enough jealous vampire crap for one night.
S: He wears lifts, you know.
B: You know, one of these days I'm just gonna put you two in a room and let you wrestle it out.
S: No problem at this end.
B: Ooh. There could be oil of some kind involved.
S: Where's the trinket?
B: The who-ket?
B: Faith still has my room.
S: Well, you're not staying here. You can't buy me off with shiny beads and sweet-talk. You got Angel-breath. I'm not gonna let you just whack me back and forth like a rubber ball. I got my pride, you know.
B: I understand.
S: Clearly you don't, 'cause the whole "having my pride" thing was just a smoke screen.
B: Oh, thank god.
B: Have you ever considered a cool name? I mean, since you're incorporeal and basically powerless, how about "the taunter"?
S: I'm drowning in footwear!
B: What do you think?
X: That depends. Are you in any way... kidding?
G: Buffy, what you said, it flies in the face of everything we've ever... every generation has ever done in the fight against evil. I think it's bloody brilliant.
W: Not to poop on the party here, but I'm the guy that's gonna have to pull this thing off.
F: It is beaucoup d'mojo.
W: It's a total loss of control. And not in a nice, wholesome, my-girlfriend-has-a-pierced-tongue kind of way.
D: Oh! "Pierced tongue."
B: Dawn need to do a research thing.
G: I'll go dig up my sources. Quite literally, actually. One or two people I have to speak to are dead.
A: Come on. Let's go assemble the cannon fodder.
X: That's not what we're calling them, sweetie.
A: Not to their faces. What, am I insensitive?
F: Come on, you gotta have a little faith.
R: I think I've had my share, thanks.
F: Well, I trundled right into that one, didn't I?
F: Guy looks at me, let's just say his priorities shift.
R: Why, because you're so hot?
F: It's what it is, yo.
R: Oh, please. I am so much prettier than you are.
R: For the record, our encounter didn't exactly change my world.
F: you're tripping! That was rock 'em, sock 'em!
R: Oh, no, no, no. It was nice enough, you know, and you're very... um, enthused, and I think with a little more experience--
F: Dude, I got mad skills.
R: Yeah, of course.
K: I'll be with you. To keep you grounded.
W: Yeah, well, you might have to keep be stab-ded, if I go to the bad place.
K: Buffy believes in you.
W: You know, Buffy-- sweet girl, not that bright.
K: In fact, this may have escaped your keen notice, but I'm kind of a brat.
G: That puts me over by the door. Demons around the perimeter... Right. I open the door.
An: You go through the door and are confronted by Trogdor the Burninator.
G: Oh, bugger it. Fight.
An: Adios to five hit points. Trogdor has badly wounded you.
G: Well, wait a minute. What about my bag of illusions?
An: Illusions against a Burninator? Silly, silly British man.
X: Smackdown on Red Riding Hood. This could get ugly.
G: Could it possibly get any uglier? I used to be a highly respected Watcher, and now I'm a wounded dwarf with the mystical strength of a doily.
R: Welcome to Sunnydale High. There's no running in the halls, no yelling, no gum-chewing. Apart from that, there's only one rule: if they move, kill them.
X: If you have to go to the bathroom, it's to your left. If you don't have to go to the bathroom, picture what you're about to face. Better to go now.
An: We will defend it with our very lives.
A: Yes, we will defend it with his very life.
X: And don't be afraid to use him as a human shield.
An: There's some people I'd like to thank, both good and evil. Um, a shout-out to my brother Tucker who gave me the inspiration to summon demons...
B: So what do you guys want to do tomorrow?
W: Nothing strenuous.
X: Well, mini-golf is always the first thing that comes to mind.
G: I think we can do better than that.
B: I was thinking about shopping. As per usual.
W: Oh! There's an Agnes B in the new mall.
X: I could use a few items.
G: Well, aren't we gonna discuss this? Save the world to go to the mall?
B: I'm having a wicked shoe craving.
X: Aren't you on the patch?
W: Those never work.
G: Here I am, invisible to the eye... I can't believe it.
X: See, I need a new look. It's this whole eyepatch thing.
B: Oh! You could go with the full black secret-agent look.
W: Or the puffy-shirt, pirate-slash--
G: The Earth is definitely doomed.
W: You ready to.. heh-heh... kill me?
K: Starting to be.
W: Good. Fun.
S: Not to be a buzz-kill, luv, but my fabulous accessory isn't exactly tingling with power.
S: I'm getting zero juice here. And I look like Elizabeth Taylor.
F: Cheer up, Liz. Willow's big spell doesn't work, it won't matter what you wear.
B: I'm not worried.
Rona: Really? 'Cause I'm flashing back to Xander's whole bathroom speech.
B: In every generation, one slayer is born...because a bunch of men who died thousands of years ago made up that rule. They were powerful men. This woman is more powerful than all of them combined.
K: You are a goddess.
W: And you're a Slayer.
W: Ah! That was nifty.
A: Oh, god. I'm terrified. I didn't think. I mean... I just figured you'd be terrified and I would be sarcastic about it.
An: Picture happy things. A lake, candy canes, bunnies...
A: Bunnies! Floppy, hoppy... bunnies.
FE: Oh, no. Ow! Mommy, this mortal wound is all... itchy.
FE: You came pretty close to smacking me down. What more do you want?
B: I want you... to get out of my face.
S: I can feel it, Buffy
S: My soul. It's really there. Kind of stings.
S: Gotta move, lamb. I think it's fair to say school's out for bloody summer.
B: I love you.
S: No you don't. But thanks for saying it.
An: She was incredible. She died saving my life.
X: That's my girl. Always doing the stupid thing.
F: Looks like the Hellmouth is officially closed for business.
G: There is another one in Cleveland. Not to spoil the moment.
W: Slayers are awakening everywhere.
B: We'll have to find them.
W: We will.
G: Yes, because the mall was actually in Sunnydale, so there's no hope of going there tomorrow.
D: We destroyed the mall? I fought on the wrong side.
G: We have a lot of work ahead of us.
F: Can I push him in?
W: You've got my vote.
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