Beer Bad
Xander: "Rough day? Come on, Buff, be a lonely drunk."
Willow: Aren't you too young to be a bartender?
Xander: Au contraire, mon frere.
Buffy: Mon frere means brother.
Xander: Mon girl-frere. Behold. [shows them a fake ID]
Willow: I don't believe this is entirely on the up-and-up.
Xander: What gives it away?
Willow: Looking at it.
Willow: Buffy ,that is my best friend, you need to think about not-Parker. He's no good. There are men, better men, wherein the mind is stronger than the penis.
Willow: I'm sorry to be so coarse, but I feel strongly about stinky Parkerman.
Buffy: I'm telling you, I think that he has intimacy problems because of the death of his father.
Willow: Not interested. You got troubles, tell 'em to the bartender.
Oz: Hey, you got a table.
Willow: I had to kill a man.
Oz: Well, it's a really good table.
Willow: [mocking Veruca and Oz]'My name is Veruca. I'm in a band.' 'Oh, I'm Oz. I'm in a band, too. Oh, and this is Will.' 'Oh, how fun, a groupie.'[end mocking] Groupie! Buff, have you heard of this Veruca chick? Dresses like Faith, voice like an albatross?
Buffy: TV is a good thing. Bright colors. Music. Tiny little people.
Willow: What have you done with Buffy?
Buffy: I'm suffering the afterness of a bad night of... badness.
Willow: You didn't. Not with Parker again.
Buffy: No. With four really smart guys.
Willow: Four? Oh. Ow!
Buffy: I went to see Xander. Then I saw Parker. Then came... beer.
Willow: And then group sex?
Willow: He deserves a torturous and slow death by spider bites. Well, for today we'll just have to throw spitballs at his neck in class.
Willow: I think I'm just gonna study. 'Cause of the fun.
Willow: I'm tired of you men and your... man-ness.
Willow: In fact, she's in need of a big mental tidy.
Willow: She shared something very intimate with you, and you act like it's nothing more than a bag of... some kind of snack food.
Parker: Willow, I'm not sure I need to explain my actions here. But if that's what you want...
Willow: Yes. Followed by an admission of undeniable guilt, but go on.
Willow: You know, I'm wondering something about you.
Parker: What?
Willow: Just how gullible do you think I am!? I mean, with your gentle eyes, and your shy smile, and your ability to talk openly only to me! You're unbelievable!
Willow: I mean, you men! It's all about the sex! Find a woman, drag her to your den, do whatever's necessary, just as long as you get the sex!
Xander: Did you guys have enough fun for one night?
Willow: Yes, please.
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