Ad: I simply activated it, brother.
R: Stop calling me that - I'm not your brother. You're a botched science experiment. I'm a human being, who's gonna do everything in his power to--
Ad: Once you forget your old life, and embrace your destiny as I have, you will know power you've never dreamed of. I think you're going to like it.
Ad: Demons cling to old ways and ancient feuds. And they're hopeless with technology; unworthy.
R: Not really wanting a lecture right now.
Ad: You see, we are brothers, after all.
S: Warms the cockles of my non-beating heart, seeing you lads together.
S: I'm much more the "I did my part, now get this chip out of my head" kind of guy.
S: Slightly stiffer than usual. Subtle, but I like it. What's with him?
Ad: I activated his chip.
S: Oh, so it's chips all around, is it? Someone must have bought the party-pack.
Ad: The witch.
S: Willow. About so high, perky. Good with math. Natural choice.
Ad: Her friend.
Ad: One of the friends from whom you've so efficiently separated her.
S: Damn right I did. You should've seen 'em. They won't be talking to each other for a long, long-- Hang on. I think I might have detected a small flaw.
S: Okay, let's not quibble about who failed who. The important thing is making sure the Slayer is where we want...
S: So, um, we'll do this chip thing when I get back.
G: Pardon the robe, it's a bit of a late start.
T: Hope you're feeling all right, Mr. Giles.
G: Oh, yes, quite well, thank you. Yes, I'll probably have a brisk jog later on.
G: Will you be working here, you know, typing, talking? Because that will be fine.
A: Xander. You said you wanted to check the board at the unemployment office this morning. //lifts blanket// You can't go like that. They won't even interview you if you're naked.
X: Maybe I should join the Army.
A: Don't they make you get up really early in the morning?
X: Oh, yeah. Never mind.
A: So they all think you're a lost, directionless loser with no plans for the future. Pfft!
X: Anya, you can't "Pfft!" that stuff away.
A: Why not?
X: I don't know.
A: You're a good person and a good boyfriend, and... and I'm in love with you.
Ad: Mother kept her secrets well. Didn't you?
Ad: This is all how she planned it. Except she thought she would be alive.
R: Forrest. Oh, god.
F: God has nothing to do with it.
S: Easy, sheriff. Look where you point that thing.
S: Look at little Nancy Drew.
W: It must be programmed to self-decrypt at a certain point. That is so annoying! It's like somebody blurting out the answer to a riddle just when you've-- I mean, yippee! We have the information.
T: I don't know if "yippee" is the right response, either. Read that.
F: Mommy can hear you, but she's still a walking corpse.
B: Where's Anya?
X: Oddly, Anya decided not to join us despite the fun we had at our last meeting.
G: Well, uh, Spike can be very convincing when-when-when... I'm very stupid.
B: That's where it came from, the stuff we said the other night.
G: Of course. Well, piffle, let's move on.
X: I'm moving.
W: Me, too.
B: Good. Great.
X: He's all dressed up with no one to bite. He's got to get his yayas somehow.
X: Spike's working for Adam?!? After all we've done-- Nah, I can't even act surprised.
W: Oh, I decrypted them! Well, they decrypted themselves, but I almost had it.
B: He wanted me to know about his evil guy assembly line.
X: Demons versus soldiers. Massacre, massacre.
W: And Adam has a neat pile of body parts to start assembling his army. Diabolical yet.. gross.
X: Does anybody else miss the Mayor "I just wanna be a big snake"?
X: He's not worried you might kill, oh, say, him?
B: No. He's really not.
Ad: She's coming. I can feel it.
S: Good on you. Got a hunk of prognosticating demon in there, right?
S: Now, if you'll just get the chip out of my cranium, I'll be out of your way. And mind the hairline. I don't fancy fussing with a comb-over once I've resumed my killing ways.
X: Great, so we just ask him to lie down quietly while we do some exploratory surgery.
W: What about magic? Some kind of, I don't know, uranium- extracting spell? I know, I'm reaching.
G: Perhaps a paralyzing spell. Only I can't perform the incantation for this.
W: Right. Don't you have to speak it in Sumerian or something?
G: I do speak Sumerian.
X: See what you get for taking French instead of Sumerian?
B: What was I thinking?
X: So, no problem, all we need is combo-Buffy. Her with Slayer-strength, Giles' multilingual know-how, and Willow's witchy-power. Yeah, don't tell me, I'm just full of helpful suggestions.
G: As a matter of fact, you are.
X: No way. I'm full of that good old kamikazee spirit.
G: Xander, just because this is never going to work, there's no need to be negative.
B: Game faces, guys. We're going in.
B: How you doing?
W: Super. What was I thinking, using stairs all this time?
W: It's not your fault. Spike stirred up trouble.
B: Yeah, but I think trouble was stir-upable.
B: I mean Riley. And... Riley, mostly.
W: Oh, I love you too! Oh, falling now...
W: Oh, wonderful Xander!
B: You know we love you, right?
W: We totally do.
X: Oh, god, we're gonna die, aren't we?
W: No, we just missed you.
X: Giles, hurry up! You definitely want to get down here for this!
S: It's must-see TV. Bait's been taken, trap's all set. Slayer has landed. So, one chiporectomy, please. Hello? Paging Mr. Owe-Me-One.
Ad: She's not alone. You failed me again.
S: Well, that's one way of looking at it.
Ad: What's the other way?
S: //runs like a weasel//
Ad: Yes, I will honor our agreement and remove your chip. //to Forrest// Take his head off.
Colonel: You think you and your friends can just keep waltzing into a government installation, brandishing weapons like... like...
W: It's a gourd.
G: Magic gourd.
Colonel: What kind of freaks are you people?
Colonel: Every inch of this installation is under constant, 24-hour surveillance.
W: Including the secret lab?
Colonel: Everything! //pause// What secret lab?
Colonel: Incapacitate him with as much voltage as we can muster.
X: Great plan. That's right up there with "duck and cover."
B: I've seen Adam hit with taser blasts. He feeds on it. And now, you're going to provide him with an all-you-can-eat buffet?
Colonel: Down here, I'm the one who's in charge.
//lights go off//
Ad: This will be interesting.
W: According to this, there's air ducts and electrical conduits all running into there.
W: So there's no "there" there.
X: Demon open house.
B: Great. So we know we're going to 314. Now all we have to do is get there.
B: Is this place okay to be magic central?
G: It should do.
W: As long as we don't get all blowed up or nothin'.
X: What are the odds of that?
X: Buffy, I still don't like you going alone.
B: I won't be.
B: I've never really been one to toe the line.
Ad: Oh. Kill her.
F: I thought you'd never ask.
F: Shut up and watch me kill your girlfriend, Finn. That's an order.
F: Is that it? Is that all you got?
R: No. She's got me.
B: Fun, isn't it?
Ad: I do appreciate violence.
B: Broke your arm.
Ad: Got another. I've been upgrading.
Ad: Interesting. Very... interesting.
F: What are you making me do this for? Not that I'm not enjoying myself.
Ad: How can you...?
B: You can never hope to grasp the source of our power. But yours is right here.
S: Nasty sort of fellow. Lucky for you blighters I was here, eh?
G: Yes. Thank you. Although your heroism is slightly muted by the fact that you were helping Adam to start a war that would kill us all.
X: You probably just saved us so we wouldn't stake you right here.
S: Well, yeah. Did it work?
S: Well, then everything's all right. And we all get to be not staked through the heart. Good work, team!
R: We still got men out there.
S: Well, let's go save 'em, by gum.
Senator: The considered opinion of this Council is that the experiment... has failed.
Senator: And it seems it was only through the actions of a deserter, and a group of civilian insurrectionists, that our losses were not total. I trust the irony of that is not lost on any of us.
Senator: The Initiative itself will be filled in with concrete. Burn it down, gentlemen. Burn it down, and salt the earth.
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