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Yes, that's an actual quote from me.
I've wanted to do this for quite some time, but never got around to it. Well, I'm on a roll with the site today (or I'm slacking off from the real world today--depends on your point of vew) and I figured I'd stick it in. If your favorite Buffy quote isn't here, email it to me and I'll add it in.
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"They were supposed to be my light at the end of the tunnel. I guess they were a train." -Buffy
Xander:...Now I know we've been going straight because I've been following the North Star.
Willow: Xander, that's not the North Star. That's an airplane.
Xander: No, that's not an airplane. That's definitely...a blimp. But I can see how one could make that airplane mistake.
"Santa always passes me by. Something puts him off...could be the big honk menorah." -Willow
"We're your arch-nemesises...nemeses." -Warren
Tara: I am, you know.
Willow: What?
Tara: Yours.
(After a murder)
Cordelia: All I could think was, it could have been me!
Xander:We can dream.
Faith:There's only supposed to be one[Slayer]. 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.
Cordelia: HE LOOKED NORMAL.
Xander: What, is he supposed to have an arrow with the word 'assassin' over his head?
Buffy: I don't... I don't want to be the one.
Spike: I don't want to be this good-looking and athletic. We all have crosses to bear.
"What part of punching you in the face do you not understand?" -Buffy
Buffy: So, what do you guys want to do tomorrow?
Willow: Nothing strenuous.
Xander: Well, mini-golf is always the first thing that comes to mind.
Giles: I think we can do better than that.
Buffy: I was thinking about shopping. As per usual.
Willow: Oh. There's an Arden B. in the new mall.
Xander: I could use a few items.
Giles: Well, now aren't we gonna discuss this? Save the world to go to the mall?
Buffy: I'm having a wicked shoe craving.
Xander: Aren't you on the patch?
Willow: Those never work.
Giles: Here I am, invisible to the eye...
Xander: See, I need a new look. It's this whole eye patch thing.
Buffy: Oh, you could go with full black secret agent look.
Willow: Or the puffy shirt, pirate slash...
Giles: The earth is *definitely* doomed.
Willow: Don't worry, we're sure to spot Faith first. She's like this cleavagey slutbomb walking around going, 'Ooh, check me out, I'm wicked cool, I'm five by five'.
Tara: Five by five? Five what by five what?
Willow: See, that's the thing. No one knows.
Anya: Well, at first it was confusing. Just the idea of computers was like, whoa, I'm eleven hundred years old. I had trouble adjusting to the idea of Lutherans.
Tara: I go online sometimes, but everyone's spelling is really bad, and it's depressing.
"Dawn, listen to me. Listen. I love you. I will always love you. But this is the work that I have to do. Tell Giles... tell Giles I figured it out. And, and I'm okay. And give my love to my friends. You have to take care of them now. You have to be strong. Dawn, the hardest thing in this world... is to live in it. Be brave. Live. For me." -Buffy
Giles: She lied to me?
Willow: (timidly) Well...
Angel: Did... she have a date?
Willow: (angrily) Well... Well, why do you think she went to that party? Because you gave her the brush-off. And you, you never let her do anything except work and patrol. And I know she's the Chosen One, but you're killing her with the pressure. I mean, she's sixteen going on forty. And you. I mean, you're gonna live forever. You don't have time for a cup of coffee? Okay, I don't feel better now, and we've gotta help Buffy.
Buffy: I've had a lot of people talking at me the last few days. Everyone just lining up to tell me how unimportant I am. And I've finally figured out why. Power. I have it. They don't. This bothers them. Glory... came to my home today.
Giles: Buffy, are you...
Buffy: Just to talk. She told me I'm a bug, I'm a flea, she could squash me in a second. Only she didn't. She came into my home, and we talked. We had what in her warped brain probably passes for a civilized conversation. Why? Because she needs something from me. Because I have power over her.
Spike: Shouldn't you be tucked away in your beddy-bye all warm where nothing can eat you?
Dawn: Is that supposed to scare me?
Spike: Little tremble wouldn't hurt.
Dawn: Sorry, it's just that I'm badder than you.
Spike: Are not.
Dawn: Am too, you're standing in the bushes hugging a bent box of chocolates, and I'm...
Spike: What? sneaking out to braid hair and watch Teletubbies with your mates?
"I don't understand how this all happens. How we go through this. I mean, I knew her, and then she's, there's just a body, and I don't understand why she just can't get back in it and not be dead anymore. It's stupid. It's mortal and stupid. And, and Xander's crying and not talking, and, and I was having fruit punch, and I thought, well, Joyce will never have any more fruit punch ever, and she'll never have eggs, or yawn or brush her hair, not ever, and no one will explain to me why." -Anya, on Joyce's death
Willow: Our friends are in trouble. Now we have to put our heads together and get them out of it. And it you two aren't with me a hundred and ten percent, [Shouting] then get the hell out of my library!
Cordelia: We're sorry.
Xander: We'll be good.
Anya: You've never seen a demon.
Buffy: Excuse me, killing them professionally for four years and running.
"Being popular isn't so great. Or so I've read in books." -Xander
Angelus: And, I want to leave a message for Buffy.
[Buffy appears behind Angelus]
Buffy: Why don't you give it to me in person?
Angelus: Gee Buff, it's not the sort of message you tell. It sort of involves finding the mangled bodies of all your friends.
"Is it safe? Has Buffy gotten to you yet? I saw her patrolling just now... with a stake. She won't give up until she's killed me to death!" -Harmony
"Oh, forgiveness is my middle name. Well, actually it's LaVelle, and I'd appreciate it if you guard that secret with your life." -Xander
Giles: Dear god, Buffy, there's only so much I can take. We're going to have to change the system. A fourteen-year-old's too old to be babysat, and it's not fair on her.
Buffy: What'd she make you do?
Giles: Um, well, we listened to aggressively cheerful music sung by people chosen for their ability to dance. Then we ate cookie dough, and talked about boys.
Buffy: [laughing] I'm sorry. I'm very, very sorry, but if it makes you feel any better, my "fun time Buffy party night" involved watching a robot throw Spike through a window, so if you wanna trade... no... wait... I wouldn't give that memory up for anything.
[Ghost Indian transforms into a large bear while fighting Buffy]
Spike: A bear. You made a bear.
Buffy: I didn't mean to.
Spike: Undo it. Undo it.
"And once again, the gold medal in the Being Wrong event goes to Xander "I'm as stupid as I look" Harris." -Cordelia
Willow: Faith, wait. I want to talk to you.
Faith: Oh yeah? Give me the speech again, please. 'Faith, we're still your friends. We can help you. It's not too late.'
Willow: It's way too late. You know, it didn't have to be this way. But you made your choice. I know you had a tough life. I know that some people think you had a lot of bad breaks. Well, boo hoo. Poor you. You know, you had a lot more in your life than some people. I mean, you had friends in your life like Buffy. Now you have no one. You were a Slayer and now you're nothing. You're just a big selfish, worthless waste. [Faith punches Willow]
Faith: You hurt me, I hurt you. I'm just a little more efficient.
Willow: Aw, here I just thought you didn't have a come-back.
[the gang is fighting a troll]
Anya: How can I help?
Willow: Uh, distract him from Buffy. Uh, piss him off.
Anya: I don't know how.
Willow: Anya, I have faith in you. There is no one you cannot piss off.
Willow: I wish Buffy was here.
Buffy (entering) I'm here!
Willow: I wish I had a million dollars. (Silence--everyone stares)
Willow: Just checking.
Dawn: You wanna know what I'm scared of, Spike? Me. Right now, Glory thinks Tara's the Key. But I'm the Key, Spike. I am. And anything that happens to Tara... is 'cause of me. Your bruises, your limp... that's all me, too. I'm like a lightning rod for pain, and hurt... and everyone around me suffers and dies. I must be something so horrible to cause so much pain and evil.
Spike: Rot.
Dawn: What do you know?
Spike: I'm a vampire. I know something about evil. You're not evil.
Dawn: Maybe I'm not evil. But I don't think I can be good.
Spike: Well, I'm not good, and I'm okay.
Buffy: We have a marching jazz band?
Oz: Yeah, but, you know, since the best jazz is improvisational, we'd be going off in all directions, banging into floats... scary.
"I knew it! I knew it! Well, not in the sense of having the slightest idea, but I knew there was something I didn't know!" -Willow
Giles: We are not your friends. We are not your way to Buffy. There is no way to Buffy. Clear out of here. And Spike, this thing, get over it.
Spike: I don't know what you mean.
Giles: Yes you do. Move the hell on.
Spike: I just can't take all this mamby-pamby boo-hooing about the bloody indians.
Buffy: Uh, the preferred term...
Spike: You won. All right? You came in and you killed them and you took their land. That's what conquering nations do. It's what Caesar did, and he's not going around saying, "I came, I conquered, I felt really bad about it." The history of the world isn't people making friends. You had better weapons, and you massacred them. End of story.
"Xander? Oh, he's the deadest man in Deadonia!" -Buffy
[Spike can't bite Willow]
Spike: I don't understand. This sort of thing has never happened to me before.
Willow: Maybe you were nervous.
Spike: I felt all right when it started. Well let's try it again.
[Spike tries to bite Willow and he backs off screaming in pain]
Spike: Damn it. What's wrong with me?
Willow: Maybe you're trying too hard. Doesn't this happen to every vampire?
Spike: Not to me, it doesn't.
Spike: What are you talking about?
Willow: Well, you came here looking for Buffy, and settled. You didn't want to bite me, I just happened to be around.
Spike: Piffle.
Willow: I know I'm not the kind of girl vamps like to sink their teeth into. It's always, "Ooo, you're like a sister to me," or "Oh, we're such good friends."
Spike: Don't be ridiculous. I'd bite you in a heartbeat.
Willow: This doesn't make you any more scary.
Spike: Don't patronize me. I'm only 126 years old.
Willow: You're being too hard on yourself. Why we don't wait a half an hour and try again?
Anya: It's like we live in Slayer Central. I swear, if Buffy rooms or boards one more of the potential girls, I'm gonna call a health inspector.
Spike: I like my plan better. Get up, get out, get drunk, repeat as needed. It's just more elegant.
Willow: What about Angel?
Buffy: Angel? I can just see him in a relationship. 'Hi, honey, you're in grave danger. I'll see you next month.'
Willow: He's not around much, it's true.
Buffy: When he is around... it's like the lights dim everywhere else. You know how it's like that with some guys?
Willow: Oh, yeah.
Professor Walsh: So, the Slayer.
Buffy: Yeah, that's me.
Professor Walsh: We thought you were a myth.
Buffy: Well, you were myth-taken.
Giles: I did! I said there could be dire consequences!
Buffy: Yeah, but you say that about chewing too fast.
[Xander makes popcorn]
Xander: Dinner is served! My very own recipe!
Willow: You pressed the button on the microwave marked 'popcorn'?
Xander: Actually, I pressed defrost, but Joyce was there in the clinch.
Xander: So, you wanna eat over tonight? Mom's making her famous phone call to the Chinese place.
Willow: Xander, do you even have a stove?
"I'm very seldom naughty." -Willow
Giles: ...er...you hold them, pick them up...
Harmony: Props?
Giles: No.
Riley: Props?
Giles: Yes!
Buffy: 'Kay, you're right. Not a book thing. It's a phone thing.
Spike: Who ya gonna call? God, that phrase isn't gonna be usable again, is it?
Buffy: Doubt it.
"We like to talk big, vampires do. 'I'm going to destroy the world.' It's just tough guy talk. Strutting around with your friends over a pint of blood. The truth is, I like this world. You've got... dog racing, Manchester United, and you've got people. Billions of people walking around like Happy Meals with legs. It's all right here. But then someone comes along with a vision. With a real... passion for destruction. Angel could pull it off. Goodbye, Piccadilly. Farewell, Leicester Bloody Square. You know what I'm saying?" -Spike
Xander: No, it's just... this Malcolm guy? What's his deal? I mean, tell me you're not slightly wigged.
Buffy: Okay, slightly. I mean, just not knowing what he's really like.
Xander: Or who he really is. I mean, sure he says he's a high school student, but I can say I'm a high school student.
Buffy: You are.
Xander: Okay, but I can also say that I'm an elderly Dutch woman. Get me? I mean, who's to say I'm not if I'm in the elderly Dutch chat room?
Buffy: I get your point! (pause) I get your point. Oh, this guy could be anybody. He could be weird, or crazy, or old, or... He could be a circus freak! He's probably a circus freak!
Xander: Yeah. I mean, we read about it all the time. Y'know, people meet on the 'Net, they talk, they get together, have dinner, a show, horrible ax murder.
Buffy: Willow ax murdered by a circus freak... Okay, okay, what do we do? What are we doing? Xander, you get me started! We are totally overreacting!
Xander: But it's fun, isn't it?
Buffy: You know, chocolate is the cure to everything.
Willow: I think I'm gonna puke...
Buffy: ...'cept that.
Giles: How did you know it was me?
Buffy: Your eyes. You're the only person in the world that can look that annoyed with me.
Willow: I'm not a real witch, you know. I'm not... sure it'll work right away.
Spike: Well, if at first you don't succeed, I kill him [Xander] and you try again.
Willow: But you have whipped cream. I saw it Giles's fridge.
Buffy: But that's whipped cream in a canister. It's only right if you whip it yourself.
Willow: Hey, and then later, we can churn our own butter and make sweaters out of sheep.
Buffy: Hey.
Willow: Hey.
Buffy: Peas?
Willow: Peas.
Buffy: They're gonna be mushy.
Willow: They won't be mushy.
Giles: I like mushy peas.