Pangs
Anya: Look at him. Have you ever seen anything so masculine?
Buffy: You mean Guerrero or his wife?
Willow: I think she means...
Buffy: Oh. Very manly. Not at all Village People.
Anya: So much sexier than the outfit from his last job.
Willow: Oh, I miss the free hot dogs on sticks.
Prof. Gerhardt: That's what the melting pot is about - contributions from all cultures, making our culture stronger.
Willow: What a load of horse hooey.
Buffy: We have a counterpoint?
Willow: Yeah. Thanksgiving isn't about blending of two cultures. It's about one culture wiping out another. And then they make animated specials, about the part where, with the maize and the big, big belt buckles. They don't show you the next scene where all the bison die, and Squanto takes a musket ball in the stomach.
Buffy: Okay, now, for some of that you were channelling your mother?
Anya: Look at him.
Willow: Very... diggy.
Buffy: It's not fair. They all get a family holiday just because they can go home to their families.
Willow: It's a turvy-topsy world.
Willow: Buffy, earlier you agreed with me about Thanksgiving. It's a sham. It's all about death.
Buffy: It is a sham. But it's a sham with yams. It's a yam sham.
Willow: Ooh, we could not invite Anya!
Buffy: I don't know. She and Xander seem pretty tight lately.
Willow: Grumble, grumble.
Willow: The coroner's office said she was missing an ear. So I'm thinking maybe we're looking for a witch. There's some great spells that work much better with an ear in the mix.
Buffy: That's one fun little hobby you've got there, Will.
Willow: Oh, thought... we're just assuming someone else cut off the ear. What if it was self-inflicted, like Van Gogh?
Buffy: So, she brutally stabs herself, dumped the body, then cut off her own ear?
Willow: No, she cut off her ear, then killed herself, then dumped the body... I'm really off my game, aren't I?
Willow: But you have whipped cream. I saw it in Giles' fridge.
Buffy: But that's whipped cream in a canister. Look, 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.
Willow: Evil! You're all evil again.
Willow: See, I don't get that. All this "leaving for her own good" garbage. Because that's what it is! You can't just give up because there's obstacles. You know, what kind of...
Angel: Willow.
Willow: Sorry. My stuff.
Willow: I don't think you want to help. I think you just want to slay the demon, then go, "la, la, la!"
Willow: You mean Angel? I saw him, too.
Giles: That's not terribly stealthy of him.
Willow: I think he's lost his edge.
Giles: But this is why I think we should all keep a level head in this.
Willow: And I happen to think mine is the level head and yours is the one things would roll off of.
Spike: Willow, tell 'em what I did.
Willow: You said you were gonna kill me, then Buffy.
Spike: Yes, bad, but let's skip that part and get to the part where I couldn't bite you.
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