Where the Wild Things Are

  • Buffy: Think about it...who better to bring together a bunch of demon types than someone who's made out of a bunch of demon types?
    Tara: So, he's, um, bridging the gap between the races.
    Willow: Huh. Like Martin Luther King.

  • Xander: Is it me? Am I the crazy one?
    Buffy: Uh-huh. Absolutely.
    Willow: Hey, Buffy? This might be a good time to mention that someone so not me spilled something purpley on your new peasant top, which I would never borrow without asking. Still love me?
    Buffy: Uh-huh.....Huh? What about my peasant top?
    Willow: Nothing.

  • Willow: Horses. Like...big, tall, teeth that can take your arm off horses?
    Tara: Well, sure. I learned to ride when I was a kid. It's fun. And, by the way, most horses don't like arm very much.
    Willow: I had a bad birthday party pony thing when I was four. I look at horses and I see really big ponies.

  • Willow: Ghost boy, drowning in tub. I tried to save him, but...being a ghost already, well, I was way too late.

  • Willow: Now I remember why I used to have such a crush on him.
    Tara: Well, he is pretty good.
    Anya: His voice is...pleasant.
    Xander: What?
    Willow: Come on. He is kinda sexy.

  • Tara: We implore you...be still.
    Giles: Find it in your hearts to leave our friends passage.
    Willow: Transform your pain. Release your past...and...get over it.

  • Willow: Come on, you have to admit, it was kind of sexy.
    Xander: Please stop saying that.

  • Willow: It must have been horrible.
    Buffy: Yeah. Horrible.
    Riley: Uh-huh. It was bad.

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