G: Power to the people? You sound like a child of the seventies.
R: Maybe you don't have to be so blunt about the losing of the necks bit?
A: No, let the girl speak the truth. We're all on death's door repeatedly ringing the doorbell, like maniacal Girl Scouts trying to make quota.
G: We just have to find some way of having constructive dialogue without going completely mad.
W: I think we're wasting time arguing about how to argue.
Guy: You can't just kick me out of my own house.
B: Why not? It's what all the cool kids are doing nowadays.
B: This is not your house. This is not your town. Not any more. Got any Tab?
An: I spy with my little eye something that begins with a "T."
An: Hey, good one. How did you...?
S: Tapestry's the only thing in the whole bloody room.
Vi: I don't want to die.
A: Don't worry. It's far more likely you'll live long enough to watch most of your friends die first. And then you'll die.
F: We could kidnap one.
K: And what, hold it ransom?
X: Yeah, I'll get the magazines and start ripping out the letters now. "Dear Mr. First, if you want your Bringer back... Well, we'll be surprised because you've got, like, 3 million of them. so please disregard this letter. Yours sincerely..."
FE: Is this going to do anything? Or is all this just to make the Bringers sweat? *Do* the Bringers sweat?
C: Actually, I think they pant. Like dogs.
FE: You realize what will happen if the Slayer and her girls get it, don't you?
C: They won't.
FE: That's right -- they won't. Because you're going to kill all of them and everyone they know.
K: I've never been the bait before. That was, uh... actually, kind of scary.
G: Your performance as a disgruntled minion was spot on.
K: I'm method.
G: The Bringer's dumb.
A: You were expecting, what, a Rhodes scholar?
D: I've been reading this old Turkish spell book. There's an old conjuration that the ancient Turks used to communicate with the dying.
W: Oh, yeah. I think I've read a translation of that.
D: There's a translation of it?!? I'm over it.
D: This spell is used to communicate with people who can't talk. Like, if a person was dying, this spell would let them say their good-byes or, you know, gripe about how nobody came to visit them.
S: He's a breath of fresh air, isn't he? Thank god I don't breathe.
S: So Buffy took some time off right in the middle of the apocalypse and it was her decision?
F: The time for speech-giving is over, bat-boy.
S: Is that right?
F: Yeah, that's right. Save your lack of breath.
An: I feel used and violated and... I need a lozenge.
FE (as Mayor): it's the end of humanity, Faith, not the end of courtesy.
FE (as Mayor): Language! You're a leader now. You keep throwing the H-E-double-hockey-sticks around, pretty soon the girls are gonna pick up on it. Then what?
S: You mean no, as in eventually?
B: You really have problems with that word, don't you?
S: I came, hit Faith a bunch of times, and left.
B: Really? I mean, not that I'm glad...
S: I've hummed along to your pity ditty, and I think I should have the mike for a bit.
B: Cheer me up.
S: You're insufferable.
B: Thank you, that really helped.
B: Fine, I'm attainable. I'm an attain-a-thon.
S: I've been alive a bit longer than you. And dead a lot longer than that.
S: I follow my blood. Which doesn't exactly rush in the direction of my brain.
B: I don't want to be the one.
S: I don't want to be this good-looking and athletic. We all have crosses to bear.
S: That diabolical torture device -- the comfy chair.
F: Demons, vampires, women in the penitentiary system -- none of that freaks me out.
F: I knew it was a trick.
R: Yeah, so did I, but I still wanted my mother to hold me like a little baby. (deepens voice) In a manly way, of course.
R: I think you're a good leader.
F: I'm an ex-con who didn't finish high school.
R: Yeah, well, I'm the principal of a school where nobody finished.
K: Our foreplay was threatening to turn into twelve-play.
W: I'm just scared that if we... then I'll... and then...
K: And then? Isn't that the good part?
W: Good. Yeah, good... good feeling... but also...
K: Bad stuff? Like unrestrained moaning and screaming with joy?
K: You can float around and I'll tether you down.
W: You'll be like my kite string.
A: They should at least acknowledge the fact that some people might not want to listen to an a capella concert of people, you know, moaning and groaning. It's disgusting, is what it is.
X: A little jealous, huh?
A: Of course I am. I'm a lot jealous.
C: They're just sinners. You *are* sin.
FE: I do enjoy your sermons.
C: Do you have to look like that?
FE (as Buffy): Will you concentrate?
C: It's just a little confusing.
FE: Fine. Go. Kill.
C: You whore!
B: You know, you really should watch your language. Someone didn't know you, they might think you were a woman-hating jerk.
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