Something Blue


  • Buffy: It's just...different, you know? A picnic! First of all, daylight. That's kind of a new venue, Buffywise. And the best part...he said that he would bring all the food, so all I have to do is show up and eat. Those are two things I'm really good at.
    Willow: So he's nice?
    Buffy: Very, very.
    Willow: And there's sparkage?
    Buffy: Yeah. He's...have you seen his arms? Those are...good arms to have.

  • Buffy: I just...feel like something's missing.
    Willow: He's not making you miserable?
    Buffy: Exactly. Riley seems so solid. Like... he wouldn't cause me heartache.
    Willow: Get out. Get out while there's still time.

  • Buffy: Hello to the pain.
    Willow: The pain is not a friend.

  • Giles: A truth spell. Of course, why didn't I think of that?
    Willow: 'Cause you had your hands full with the un-dead English patient?

  • Willow: I'll be back in the morning with doughnuts and motherwort.

  • Willow: I guess this means he's planning on settling down somewhere...else. Not here.

  • Riley: You can have the best time in a car. It's not about getting somewhere. You have to take your time...forget about everything. You just relax...let it wash over you...the air...the motion. Let it roll.
    Buffy: We ARE talking about driving, right?
    Riley: I thought I was.
    Willow: I interrupted. You've got apples. My miss.

  • Willow: I know I've been sort of a party poop lately. So I said to myself, "Self", I said, "It's time to shake and shimmy it off."

  • Willow: Yeah, I just figure, in the grand scheme of things, we're all just...
    Buffy: Drunk?
    Willow: Drunk...that's such a strong word. Kind of a guttural Anglo-Saxon word. "Drunk."

  • Xander: Will, not liking the drowning of the sorrows.
    Willow: Not drowning, wading. Uh, see? Light! No big.

  • Willow: Did Buffy tell you about the beer? 'Cause...
    Giles: Buffy didn't tell me anything.
    Willow: Oh, well, forget about the beer part, then.

  • Willow: I figured since I'm kinda grievy, we could, you know, have a girls night. You know, eat sundaes and watch "Steel Magnolias", and you can tell me how at least I don't have diabetes.

  • Willow: He's probably just standing out there. You'll find him in two seconds.
    Buffy: I thought that was gonna take longer.
    Spike: Me too.

  • Willow: I think we're all doomed to badness.

  • D'Hoffryn: You have much anger and pain. Your magic is strong, but your pain...It's like a scream that pierces dimensional walls. We heard your call.
    Willow: I'm sorry. I'll try for a...quiet rage. Bye.

  • Willow: Really, no offense intended. I mean, you've been super nice and everything, but I don't want to be a demon.

  • Anya: How long are you going to keep making these?
    Willow: Oh...until I don't feel so horribly guilty. I figure about a million chips from now. Also, I have to detail Giles' car.

  • Willow: Look, cookies! A very not-evil thing I did. Oatmeal?
    Giles: Yes, very funny. They're chocolate chip. I can see them. I still need my glasses. You couldn't be more specific and give me 20/20?
    Willow: Eat a cookie and ease my pain?
    Buffy: Mmm. Better?
    Willow: Well, baking lifts about 30% of my guilt. But only 7% of my inner turmoil.

  • Buffy: You're a pig, Spike.
    Spike: Yeah, well, I'm not the one who wanted "Wind Beneath My Wings" for the first dance.
    Willow: Did I mention about the sorry part?
    Buffy: We may be into a forgetting spell later.

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