Buffy the Vampire Slayer
"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" -- Buffy
"I laugh in the face of danger, and then I hide until it goes away." -- Xander
"If there is no great glorious end to all this, if nothing we do matters, then all that matters is what we do." -- Angel
"Well, when I'm with a boy I like, it's hard for me to say anything cool, or, or witty, or at all. I-I can usually make a few vowel sounds, and then I have to go away." -- Willow
Willow: I think the boys are more interested in a girl that can talk.
Buffy: You really haven't been dating lately.
Xander: You were looking at my neck.
Angel: What?
Xander: You were checking out my neck! I saw that!
Angel: No, I wasn't!
Xander: Just keep your distance, pal.
Angel: I wasn't looking at your neck!
Xander: I told you to eat before we left.
Buffy: Nope. Why? Are you jealous?
Angel: Of Xander? Please. He's just a kid.
Buffy: Is it 'cause I danced with him?
Angel: 'Danced with' is a pretty loose term. 'Mated with' might be a little closer.
Buffy: Don't you think you're being a little unfair? It was one little dance, which I only
did to make you crazy, by the way. Behold my success.
"My mom said some things to me about being the Slayer. That it's fruitless. No fruit for Buffy." -- Buffy
"Hey, I'm well aware of how lucky I am. Like lottery lucky. Buffy's like nobody else in the world. When I'm with her, it's like I'm split in two. Half of me is just on fire goin' crazy if I'm not touching her, the other half is so still and peaceful, just perfectly content, just knows: this is the one. But she doesn't love me." -- Riley
Buffy: I just get messed sometimes. I wish we could be regular kids.
Angel: I'll never be a kid.
Buffy: All right, a regular kid and her cradle-robbing, creature-of-the-night boyfriend.
"Say, look at you! You look like me! We're very pretty." -- Buffybot
Anya: Piano!
Xander: Right. Piano. Because that's what we used to kill that big demon that one time. No, wait. That was a rocket launcher. Ahn, what are you talkin'?
Anya: We should drop a piano on her. It always works for that creepy
cartoon rabbit when he's running from that nice man with the speech impediment.
Giles: Yes, or perhaps we could paint a convincing fake tunnel on the side of a mountain. Let's keep thinking.
Buffy: How bored were you last year?
Giles: I watched Passions with Spike. Let us never speak of it.
Spike: I don't see why I have to be tied up.
Xander: It's just while I'm sleeping.
Spike: Like I'd bite you anyway.
Xander: Oh you would.
Spike: Not bloody likely.
Xander: I happen to be very biteable pal. I'm moist and delicious.
Spike: Alright, yeah fine you're a nummy treat.
Xander: And don't you forget it!
Buffy: Who are you?
Angel: Let's just say I'm a friend.
Buffy: Well, maybe I don't need a friend.
Angel: I didn't say I was yours.
Angel: They really don't like me dropping in.
Buffy: Why not?
Angel: They really don't like me
Willow: I still didn't find anything incriminating.
Angel: They leave no paper trail, no records. That's incriminating enough.
Xander: Yeah, I'm gonna have to go with Dead Boy on this one.
Angel: Would you not call me that?
Angel: Dear Buffy, I'm still trying to decide the best way to send my regards.
Spike: Why don't you rip her lungs out? That might make an impression.
Angel: Lacks...poetry.
Spike: It doesn't have to. What rhymes with 'lungs'?
Whistler: Bottom line is, even if you see them coming, you're not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does. So, what are we, helpless? Puppets? Nah. The big moments are gonna come, you can't help that. It's what you do afterwards that counts. That's when you find out who you are.
