Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Season 3


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Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1997–2003), created by Joss Whedon, was a television series about Buffy Summers, a teenage girl chosen by fate to battle against vampires, demons, and other supernatural foes. She is often aided by her Watcher and her loyal circle of misfit friends. Season 3 aired on The WB from 1998 to 1999.

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 * [A vampire breaks out of a grave and someone is seen standing over it]
 * Willow: That's right, big boy. Come and get it.
 * [after the vampire has escaped]
 * Xander: First of all, what was with the acrobatics? How did that happen?
 * Oz: Wasn't Andy Hoelich on the gymnastics team?
 * Xander: That's right, he was! [yells at Andy] Cheater! [turns back] Okay, and the, uh, second problem I'm having -- "Come and get it, Big Boy"?
 * Willow: Well, w-w-well, the Slayer always says a pun, or-or a witty play on words, and, I think it throws the vampires off! And, and it makes them frightened, because I'm wisecracking. Okay, I didn't really have a chance to work on that one, but you try it every time!
 * Oz: Uh, if I may suggest, "This time it's personal." I mean, there's a reason why it's a classic.
 * Oz: Uh, if I may suggest, "This time it's personal." I mean, there's a reason why it's a classic.


 * [In Buffy's dream]
 * Buffy: How did you find me here?
 * Angel: If I was blind, I would see you.
 * Buffy: Stay with me.
 * Angel: Forever. That's the whole point. I'll never leave. Not even if you kill me.


 * Giles: I mean, I appreciate your efforts to keep the vampire population down until Buffy returns, but if anything should happen to you, or you... should be killed, I should take it somewhat amiss.
 * Willow: You'd be cranky?
 * Giles: Entirely.
 * Willow: Well, we try not to get killed. That's part of our whole mission statement: "Don't get killed."


 * Buffy: You know, I just woke up and I looked in the mirror and thought, 'Hey, what's with all the sin.' I need to change. I'm dirty, I'm bad with the sex, and the envy and the loud music that us kids listen to nowadays... oh, I just suck at undercover. Where's Ken?


 * Lily: I always knew I would come here... sooner or later. I knew I belonged here.
 * Buffy: Where?
 * Lily: Hell.
 * Buffy: This isn't Hell.
 * Ken: Isn't it? What is Hell, but the total absence of hope? The substance, the tactile proof of despair?

Dead Man's Party

 * Buffy: I'd like to find Willow and Xander.
 * Joyce: Will you be slaying?
 * Buffy: Only if they give me lip.


 * Principal Snyder: I have not only the right, but also a nearly physical sensation of pleasure at the thought of keeping her out of school. I'd describe myself as tingly.
 * Joyce: Buffy was cleared of all those charges.
 * Principal Snyder: Yes, and while she may live up to the not-a-murderer requirement for enrollment, she is a troublemaker, destructive to school property and the occasional student. And her grade point average is enough to... I'm sorry. Another tingle moment.


 * [Giles brings a zombie cat to the library.]
 * Cordelia: Nice pet, Giles. Don't you like anything regular? Golf, USA Today, or anything?
 * Giles: We're trying to find out how and why it rose from the grave. It's not as if I want to take it home and offer it a saucer of warm milk.
 * Oz: Well, I like it. I think you should call it Patches.


 * Oz: We should figure out what kinda deal this is. I mean, is it a-a gathering, a shindig or a hootenanny?
 * Cordelia: What's the difference?
 * Oz: Well, a gathering is brie, mellow song stylings; shindig, dip, less mellow song stylings, perhaps a large amount of malt beverage; and hootenanny, well, it's chock full of hoot, just a little bit of nanny.
 * Xander: Well, I hate brie.
 * Cordelia: I know. It smells like Giles' cat.


 * Buffy: Fine, okay, I can take my lumps. For awhile.
 * Willow: All right, I'll stop giving you a hard time. [pause] Runaway.
 * Buffy: Will!
 * Willow: I'm sorry ... quitter.
 * Buffy: Whiner.
 * Willow: Bailer.
 * Buffy: Harpy.
 * Willow: Delinquent.
 * Buffy: Tramp.
 * Willow: Bad seed.
 * Buffy: Witch.
 * Willow: Freak.

Faith, Hope & Trick

 * Willow: I think you're ready now, or at least in the state of pre-readiness to make conversation, or-or to do that thing with your mouth that boys like. [Buffy glares at her] Oh, I didn't mean that bad thing with your mouth, I meant that little half-smile thing that you... [looks at Oz] you're supposed to stop me when I do that.
 * Oz: I like when you do that.


 * Buffy: I just wanna get my life back, you know, do normal stuff.
 * Willow: Like date?
 * Buffy: Well...
 * Xander: Oh, you wanna date. I saw that half-smile, you little slut.
 * [Xander starts chuckling and Buffy punches him on the arm]
 * Xander: [still kind of chuckling] Ow.
 * Buffy: All right, yes, date and shop and hang out and go to school and save the world from unspeakable demons. You know, I wanna do girlie stuff.


 * Faith: The whole summer it was, like, the worst heatwave.  So it's about 118 degrees and I'm sleeping without a stitch on, and all of a sudden, I hear this screaming from outside.  So I go tearing out, stark nude, and this church bus has broke down and there's these three vamps feasting on half the Baptists in South Boston.  So I waste the vamps, and the preacher comes up and he's hugging me like there's no tomorrow, when all of a sudden, the cops pull up and they arrested us both.
 * Xander: Wow. They should film that story and show it every Christmas.
 * Faith: God, I could eat a horse. Isn't it crazy how slaying just always makes you hungry and horny?
 * [Xander, Cordy, Willow & Oz all look at Buffy for confirmation]
 * Buffy: Well... sometimes I-I crave a non-fat yogurt afterwards.


 * Buffy: [about Kakistos] Now, this guy shows up two days ago, right? Right around the same time my bestest new little sister makes her scene.
 * Giles: You think he and Faith are connected?
 * Buffy: Giles, there are two things that I don't believe in: coincidence and leprechauns.
 * Giles: Well, Buffy, it's entirely possible that they both arrived here by chance simultaneously.
 * Buffy: Okay, but I was right about the leprechauns, right?
 * Giles: As far as I know, yes.


 * Giles: The Council has approved our request. Faith is to stay here indefinitely, and I'm to look after you both until a new Watcher is assigned.
 * Buffy: Good. She really came through in the end. She had a lot to deal with, but she did it. She got it behind her.
 * Giles: I'm glad to hear it.
 * Buffy: Angel was cured.
 * Giles: I'm sorry?
 * Buffy: When I killed him, Angel was cured. [to Willow] Your spell worked at the last minute, Will. I was about to take him out, and, um, something went through him, and he was Angel again. He-he didn't remember anything that he'd done. He just held me. Um, but i-it was, it was too late, and I-I had to. So I-I told him that I loved him, and I kissed him, and I killed him. I don't know if that helps with your spell or not, Giles.
 * Giles: Uh, yes, I-I believe it will.
 * Willow: [to Buffy] I'm sorry.
 * Buffy: It's okay. I've been holding on to that for so long. Felt good to get it out. I'll see you guys later.
 * Willow: Giles, I know you don't like me playing with mystical forces, but I can really help with this binding spell.
 * Giles: There is no spell.

Beauty and the Beasts

 * Faith: Nice place. Do you ever catch kids doing the diddy out here?
 * Buffy: No, there's a smooch spot up by the words. That's usually where kids go.
 * Faith: Yeah? Bet you and Scott have been up there kicking the gearshift.
 * Buffy: Hardly. Only been on a few dates.
 * Faith: [about Scott] But you like him, and when you think about him you get that good, down-low tickle, right?
 * Buffy: Yeah, I guess, but... how low?
 * Faith: You tell me.
 * Buffy: How about not? But he is... nice, and he's funny.
 * Faith: And quite a muffin.
 * Buffy: Blueberry. That crunchy, munchy staff on top. But my most favorite thing so far is that he doesn't seem to be any kind of hell beast.
 * Faith: All men are beasts, Buffy.
 * Buffy: Okay, I was hoping to not get that cynical 'til I was at least 40.
 * Faith: It's not cynical. I mean, it's realistic. Every guy from Manimal down to Mr. "I-Love-The-English-Patient" has beast in him. And I don't care how sensitive they act. They're all still just in it for the chase.


 * 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.
 * Willow: He's just being Oz.
 * Oz: Pretty much full-time.


 * Buffy: Couldn't sleep, huh?
 * Willow: I've been at Mister Donut since the TV did that snowy thing. How come you're the Wakey Girl? I mean, this time, it's not your boyfriend who's the cold-blooded... [sees Oz] Jelly doughnut?


 * Giles: Our task now is to determine what sort of killer we are dealing with. Quite clearly, we're looking for a depraved, sadistic animal.
 * [Oz comes in.]
 * Oz: Present. Hey, I may be a cold-blooded jelly doughnut, but my timing is impeccable.

Homecoming

 * Xander: Buffy and Faith are in the library getting all sweaty.
 * Cordelia: They're training.
 * Xander: I stand by my phrase.


 * Mr. Trick: Competition. Competition is a beautiful thing. It makes us strive. It makes us accomplish. Occasionally, it makes us kill. We all have the desire to win. Whether we're human, vampire or ... whatever the hell you are, my brother. You got them spiny-looking head things. I ain't never seen that before.
 * Kulak: I am Kulak, of the Miquot Clan.
 * Mr. Trick: Isn't that nice.

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 * Buffy: Hey.
 * Willow: Hi! How are you? You good? You look good. Anything new? Hey, did I mention you look good?
 * Buffy: Willow, it's okay that you're helping Cordelia. We're best friends. I'm not gonna hold it against you.
 * Willow: No, I'm not a friend, I'm a rabid dog who should be shot! But there're forces at work here! Dark, incomprehensible forces.
 * Buffy: And I'm sure they're more important than all we've been through together, or... the number of times that I've saved your life.
 * Willow: What do you want?
 * Buffy: Fifteen minutes alone on your computer with Cordelia's database.
 * Willow: 'kay.

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 * Xander: Okay, let's not say something we'll all regret later, okay?
 * Cordelia: Crazy freak!
 * Buffy: Vapid whore!
 * Xander: Like that.

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 * Cordelia: I don't even get why you care about Homecoming when you're doing stuff like this.
 * Buffy: Because this is all I do. This is what my life is. You couldn't understand. I just thought ... Homecoming Queen. I could pick up a yearbook someday and say, I was there. I went to high school, I had friends, and, for one moment, I got to live in the world. And there'd be proof, proof that I was chosen for something other than this. Besides, [pumps the rifle] I look cute in a tiara.

Band Candy

 * Angel: It's late. How'd you get away?
 * Buffy: Aw, it was easy. Started a fire in the prison laundry room. Rode out in the garbage truck.
 * Angel: Oh.
 * Buffy: I'm joking. No garbage. Smell me.

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 * Buffy: Something's definitely changing them.
 * Willow: A spell?
 * Oz: They're teenagers. It's a sobering mirror to look into, huh?
 * Principal Snyder: [to Oz] You've got great hair.

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 * Xander: I don't get this. The candy's supposed to make you feel all immature and stuff, but I've had a ton and I don't feel any diff- never mind.

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 * Buffy: Yeah, we can go home. I've got the SAT's tomorrow.
 * Joyce: Oh, blow them off. I'll write you a note.

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 * Buffy: It was just too much to deal with. It was like nothing made sense anymore. The things that I thought I understood were gone. I just felt... so alone.
 * Giles: Was that the math or the verbal?
 * Buffy: Mostly the math.

Revelations

 * Cordelia: Why are you guys so hyper?
 * Willow: Hey, speaking of people and things they do that aren't like usual, anyone notice Buffy acting sort of different?
 * Xander: Let's see. Killing zombies, torching sewer monsters, and, no, that's pretty much the same old Buffster.

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 * Buffy: Lagos is out of luck. I got the magic mitten thingy. What's with all the tragedy masks?
 * Giles: Better take a seat, Buffy.
 * Buffy: What's going on?
 * Giles: We know Angel is alive. Xander saw you with him. It would appear that you've been hiding him and that you lied to us.
 * Willow: Nobody's here to blame you, Buffy. But this is serious. You need help.
 * Buffy: It's not what you think.
 * Xander: Hope not, because I think you're harboring a vicious killer.
 * Willow: This isn't about attacking Buffy. Remember, "I" statements only. "I feel angry." "I feel worried."
 * Cordelia: Fine. Here's one. I feel worried. About me! Last time around, Angel barely laid a hand on Buffy. He was way more interested in killing her friends.
 * Buffy: But he's better now.
 * Xander: Better for how long, Buffy? I mean, did you even think about that?
 * Buffy: What is this, demons anonymous? I don't need an intervention here.
 * Giles: Oh, don't you? You must've known it was wrong seeing Angel, or you wouldn't have hidden it from all of us.
 * Buffy: I was going to tell you, I was. It was just that I... I didn't know why he came back. I-I just wanted to wait.
 * Xander: For what? For Angel to go psycho again the next time you give him a happy?
 * Buffy: I'm not going to... we're not together like that.
 * Oz: But you were kissing him.
 * Buffy: You were spying on me? What gives you the right?
 * Cordelia: What gives you the right to suck face with your demon lover again?
 * Buffy: It was an accident.
 * Xander: What, you just tripped and fell on his lips?
 * Buffy: It was wrong, okay? I know that, and I know that it can't happen again. But you guys have to believe me. I would never put you in any danger. If I thought for second that Angel was gonna hurt anyone...
 * Xander: You would stop him. Like you did last time with Ms. Calendar.
 * Willow: Buffy, I feel that when it comes to Angel, you can't see straight. And that's why we're-we're all going to help you face this.
 * Buffy: But he's better now, I swear. Look, you guys, he's the one that found the Glove of Myhnegon. He's keeping it safe for us in the mansion.
 * Xander: [about Angel] Right! Great plan. Leave tons of firepower with the scary guy, and leave us to clean up the mess.
 * Buffy: [stops Xander from leaving] You would just love an excuse to hurt him, wouldn't you?
 * Xander: I don't need an excuse. I think lots of dead people actually constitutes a reason.
 * Buffy: Right. This is all nobility. This has nothing to do with jealousy.
 * Cordelia: Hello? Miss-Not-Over-Yourself-Yet?
 * Buffy: Don't you start with me.
 * Willow: Giles, no one's doing the "I" statements.
 * Giles: That's enough! Everybody. Now Buffy knows our concerns, and her actions, however ill-advised, can be understood. Our... priority right now is to retrieve the Glove of Myhnegon and try to destroy it. Now, all of you, back to your classes.
 * [they leave]
 * Buffy: Thanks for the bail in there. I know this is a lot to absorb, but Angel did find the glove, and that was a good--
 * Giles: Be quiet. I won't remind you that the fate of the world often lies with the Slayer. What would be the point? Nor shall I remind you that you've jeopardized the lives of all that you hold dear by harboring a known murderer. But sadly, I must remind you that Angel tortured me... for hours... for pleasure. You should have told me he was alive. You didn't. You have no respect for me, or the job I perform.

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 * Faith: You look pissed.
 * Xander: Rough day.
 * Faith: Tell me about it.
 * Xander: Rather just shoot.
 * Faith: Don't think I don't know what you and your pals were talking about behind my back today.
 * Xander: Yeah, what was that?
 * Faith: More about this glove deal than you're saying.
 * Xander: The Glove of Myhnegon? Right. How'd you like a hit of some real news? Angel's still alive.
 * Faith: The vampire.
 * Xander: Back in town. Saw him myself. Toting the popular and famous glove.
 * Faith: Angel. Guy like that, with that kind of glove, could kill a whole mess of people.
 * Xander: Said the same thing to Buffy myself. Weird how she didn't seem to care. [aims to take his next shot]
 * Faith: Buffy knew he was alive. [Xander shoots; Faith glares] I can't believe her.
 * Xander: She says he's clean.
 * Faith: Yeah, well, I say we can't afford to find out. [Xander looks at her] I say I deal with this problem right now. I say I slay.
 * Xander: [beat] Can I come?

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 * Cordelia: So there's no more glove thing-y?
 * Xander: No. Little living flame, little mesquite, gone for good.
 * Oz: Sounds like we missed a lot of fun.
 * Xander: Then we're telling it wrong.
 * Willow: What do you think Buffy and Angel are gonna do?
 * Xander: Boy, do I don't know.
 * Willow: Well, he saved me from a horrible flamey death. That sort of makes me like him again.
 * Xander: Well, as long as she and Angel don't get pelvic, we'll be okay, I guess.
 * Buffy: What are you guys talking about?
 * Oz: Oddly enough, your boyfriend. Again.
 * Buffy: He's not my boyfriend. Really, truly, he's... I don't know. Are we cool?
 * Xander: Yeah. Just seeing the two of you kissing after everything that happened, I leaned toward the postal. But I trust you.
 * Cordelia: I don't, just for the record.
 * Giles: [clears throat]
 * Buffy: Let me guess. Gwendolyn Post, not a Watcher?
 * Giles: Yes, she was. She was, uh, kicked out by the Council a couple of years ago for misuses of Dark Power. They swear there was a memo.
 * Buffy: Well, I better go. Little more damage control.
 * Willow: [sighs] The whole Angel thing is so weird.
 * Giles: Yes, well, we'll have to see how that unfolds, won't we?

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 * Faith: Come in.
 * Buffy: Hey. The place looks nice.
 * Faith: Yeah, it's real Spartan.
 * Buffy: How are you?
 * Faith: Five by five.
 * Buffy: I'll interpret that as good. Look, Gwendolyn Post, or whoever she may be, had us all fooled, even Giles.
 * Faith: Yeah, well, you can trust people. I should've learned that by now.
 * Buffy: I realize this is gonna sound funny coming from someone that just spent a lot of time kicking your face... but you can trust me.
 * Faith: Is that right?
 * Buffy: I know I kept secrets, but I didn't have a choice. I'm on your side.
 * Faith: I'm on my side, and that's enough.
 * Buffy: Not always.
 * Faith: Is that it?
 * Buffy: Yeah, I guess.
 * Faith: All right. Well, then, I'll see you. Uh, Buffy?
 * Buffy: Yeah?
 * Faith: Nothing.

Lovers Walk

 * Willow: I'm pathetic, illiterate. I'm Cletus the Slack-Jawed Yokel.
 * Xander: That's right, and the fact that your 740 verbal closely resembles my combined score in no way compromises your position as the village idiot.

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 * Joyce: That's not it. It's just... You belong at-at a good old-fashioned college with keg parties and boys, not here with Hellmouths and vampires.
 * Buffy: Not really seeing the distinction.

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 * Spike: She wouldn't even kill me. She just left. She didn't even care enough to cut off my head or set me on fire. I mean, is that too much to ask? You know? Some little sign that she cared? It was that truce with Buffy that did it. Dru said I'd gone soft. Wasn't demon enough for the likes of her. And I told her it didn't mean anything, I was thinking of her the whole time, but she didn't care. So, we got to Brazil, and she was... she was just different. I gave her everything: beautiful jewels, beautiful dresses with beautiful girls in them, but nothing made her happy. And she would fliiirt! I caught her on a park bench, making out with a Chaos demon! Have you ever seen a Chaos demon? They're all slime and antlers. They're disgusting... She only did it to hurt me. So I said, "I'm not putting up with this anymore." And she said, "Fine!" And I said, "Yeah, I've got an unlife, you know!" And then she said... she said we could still be friends. [leans over and sobs on Willow's shoulder.] God, I'm so unhappy!
 * Willow: [tentatively pats his knee.] There, there.

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 * Spike: The last time I looked in on you two, you were fighting to the death. Now you're back to making googly-eyes at each other like nothing happened. Makes me want to heave.
 * Buffy: I don't know what you're talking about.
 * Spike: Oh, yeah, you're just friends.
 * Angel: That's right.
 * Spike: You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love 'til it kills you both. You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other 'til it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends. Love isn't brains, children, it's blood -- blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it.

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 * Spike: Oh, sod the spell. Your friends are at the factory. [Buffy looks at Angel, he shrugs] I'm really glad I came here, you know.  I've been all wrong-headed about this: weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else. I want Dru back, I've just gotta be the man that I was - the man she loved. I'm gonna do what I shoulda done in the first place: I'll find her - wherever she is - tie her up, torture her, 'til she likes me again.  [grins happily, makes to leave. Turns, whimsical.]  Love's a funny thing.

The Wish

 * Buffy: No luck reaching Cordelia?
 * Xander: I've left a few messages. Sixty, seventy... but you know what really bugs me? [to Willow] OK, we kissed. It was a mistake. But I know that was positively the last time we were ever gonna kiss.
 * Willow: Darn tootin'!
 * Xander: And they burst in, rescuing us, without even knocking? I mean, this is really all their fault.
 * Buffy: Your logic does not resemble our Earth logic.
 * Xander: Mine is much more advanced.

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 * Vamp Xander: Weird thing. Girl kept talking about Buffy. "Gotta get Buffy here." Isn't that what they called the Slayer?
 * Vamp Willow: Hmm, Buffy. Oooh. Scary.
 * Vamp Xander: Someone has to talk to her people. That name is striking fear in nobody's hearts.

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 * Giles: [reading] "In order to defeat Anyanka, one must destroy her power center. This should reverse all the wishes she's granted rendering her mortal and powerless again." You see? Without her power center, she-she'd j-just be a-a-an ordinary woman again. And all this would be, um... well, different... Well, I'd say that my... my Watcher muscles haven't completely atrophied after all.
 * Buffy: [sarcastic] Great. What's her power center?
 * Giles: [checks the book] Um, well, um, uh... It doesn't say.
 * Buffy: Why don't I just put a stake through her heart?
 * Giles: She's not a vampire.
 * Buffy: Well, you'd be surprised how many things that'll kill.
 * Giles: I don't want to kill her, Miss Summers. I want to reverse whatever effect she's had on this-this world.
 * Buffy: [sighs] You're taking an awful lot on faith here, Jeeves.
 * Giles: Giles.
 * Buffy: Kill the bad fairy, destroy the bad fairy's power center, whatever... and all the troubles go away?

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 * Giles: Cordelia Chase. What did she wish for?
 * Anyanka: I had no idea her wish would be so exciting! 'Brave new world.' I hope she likes it.
 * Giles: You're gonna change it back. I'm not afraid of you. Your only power lies in the wishing.
 * Anyanka: Wrong! This is the real world now. This is the world we made. Isn't it wonderful?
 * [Giles snatches her glowing necklace and breaks free of her grasp, then grabbing a heavy object from his desk, raises his arm to smash the amulet.]
 * Anyanka: You trusting fool. How do you know the other world is any better than this?
 * Giles: Because it has to be.

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 * Cordelia: I wish Buffy Summers had never come to Sunnydale!
 * Anya: [Anya has become human] Done! [nothing happens, Anya is confused]
 * Cordelia: No! I wish Buffy Summers had never been born! That would be cool!
 * Anya: Done! [again nothing happens]
 * Cordelia: And I wish that Xander Harris never again knows the touch of a woman. And that Willow wakes up tomorrow covered in monkey hair.
 * Anya: Done!
 * Cordelia: In fact, I wish all men except maybe the dumb and the really agreeable kind disappear off the face of the earth. That would be so cool! Or maybe...

Amends

 * Xander: So, you doing anything special?
 * Buffy: Tree, nog, roast beast. Just me and Mom, and hopefully an excess of gifts. [to Willow] What are you doing for Christmas?
 * Willow: Being Jewish. Remember, people? Not everyone worships Santa.

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 * [The First Evil torments Angel, taking on the forms of people he killed as Angelus]
 * The First: [as Travis, a man that Angelus killed along with his sons] The thing I remember most was thinking how artful it was. In the dark, they looked just like they were sleeping. It wasn't until I bent down and kissed them good night that I felt how cold they were. You grabbed me, and I thought: who would go to so much trouble to arrange them like that? [turns into Margaret, a servant girl] But you see, that's what makes you different than other beasts. They kill to feed, but you took more kinds of pleasure in it than any creature that walks or crawls.
 * Angel: Oh, God...!
 * The First: [mimicking him when he killed Margaret] Yeah, cry out. Make a scene.
 * [Angel tries to escape, but runs into the First in the form of Daniel, an Irish man he killed]
 * The First: I was to be married that week. But then, as I recall, you knew that.
 * Angel: It wasn't me!
 * The First: [turns into Jenny Calendar] It wasn't you?
 * Angel: A demon isn't a man. I was a man once--
 * The First: Oh, yes. And what a man you were. [turns into Margaret] A drunken, whoring layabout, and a terrible disappointment to your parents.
 * Angel: I was young. I never had a chance to--
 * The First: To die of syphilis? You were a worthless being before you were ever a monster.

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 * Oz: You ever have that dream where you're in a play and it's the middle of the play and you really don't know your lines? And you kinda don't know the plot?
 * Willow: Well, we're alone, and, we're together. I-I just wanted it to be special.
 * Oz: How special we talkin'?
 * Willow: Well, y'know, we're alone ... and ... we're both ... mature younger people, and-and so ... w-we could ... I-I'm ready to ... w-with you ... [whispers] we could do that thing.
 * Oz: [stands up] Ahh ...
 * Willow: Where are you going?
 * Oz: No, not going, just uh ... dramatic gesture. That's-that's pretty special.
 * Willow: [also stands up] Oz, I-I wanna be with you. First.
 * Oz: I think we should sit down again.
 * [They sit.]
 * Willow: Oz? I-I'm ready.
 * Oz: Okay, well, don't take this the wrong way, but ... I'm not.
 * Willow: Are you scared? 'Cause I thought you had-
 * Oz: No, I-I have. But, this is different. I mean, you look great, y'know, and you got the Barry workin' for ya, and-and it's all ... good. But when it happens I want it to be because we both need it to, for the same reason. You don't have to prove anything to me.
 * Willow: I just wanted you to know.
 * Oz: I know. I get the message.
 * [They kiss]

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 * Buffy: All right, ten more minutes of chanting, and then you guys have to go to bed.
 * [After Buffy defeats the First Evil's priests]
 * The First: [as Jenny Calendar] Hmm, I'm impressed.
 * Buffy: You won't get Angel.
 * The First: [as Jenny Calendar] Hmm, you think you can fight me? I'm not a demon, little girl, I am something that you cannot even conceive. The First Evil. Beyond sin, beyond death. I am the thing the darkness fears. You’ll never see me, but I am everywhere. Every being, every thought, every drop of hate.
 * Buffy: All right, I get it. You're evil. Do we have to chat about it all day?
 * The First: [as Jenny Calendar] Angel will be dead by sunrise. Your Christmas will be his wake.
 * Buffy: No.
 * The First: [as Jenny Calendar] You have no idea what you're dealing with.
 * Buffy: Let me guess. Is it... evil?
 * The First: [transforms into a fearsome demonic form, then vanishes] Dead by sunrise!
 * Buffy: Angel!

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 * Buffy: Angel?
 * Angel: I bet half the kids down there are already awake. Lying in their beds. Sneaking downstairs. Waiting for day.
 * Buffy: Angel, please. I need you to get inside. There's only a few minutes left.
 * Angel: I know. I can smell the sunrise long before it comes.
 * Buffy: I don't have time to explain this. You just have to trust me. That thing that was haunting you--
 * Angel: It wasn't haunting me. It was showing me.
 * Buffy: Showing you?
 * Angel: What I am.
 * Buffy: Were.
 * Angel: And ever shall be. I wanted to know why I was back. Now I do.
 * Buffy: You don't know. Some great evil takes credit for bringing you back and you buy it? You just give up?
 * Angel: I can't do it again, Buffy. I can't become a killer.
 * Buffy: Then fight it.
 * Angel: It's too hard. Mm-mmm.
 * Buffy: Angel, please, you have to get inside.
 * Angel: It told me to kill you. You were in the dream, you know. It told me to lose my soul in you and become a monster again.
 * Buffy: I know what it told you, what does it matter?
 * Angel: [yelling] Because I wanted to! Because I want you so badly. I want to take comfort in you, and I know it'll cost me my soul, and a part of me doesn't care. Look, I'm weak. I've never been anything else. It's not the demon that needs killing, Buffy. It's the man.
 * Buffy: You're weak. Everybody is. Everybody fails. Maybe this evil did bring you back, but if it did, it's because it needs you. And that means you can hurt it. Angel, you have the power to do real good, to make amends. But if you die now, then all that you ever were was a monster. [Angel does not respond] Angel, please, the sun is coming up.
 * Angel: Just go.
 * Buffy: I won't.
 * Angel: Do you think this is simple? You think there's an easy answer? You can never understand what I've done. Now go.
 * Buffy: You are not staying here. I won't let you!
 * Angel: I said leave! Oh, my God.
 * Buffy: No! No!
 * Angel: [they struggle] Am I a thing worth saving, huh? Am I a righteous man? The world wants me gone.
 * Buffy: What about me? I love you so much. And I tried to make you go away. I killed you and it didn't help. And I hate it! I hate that it's so hard. And that you can hurt me so much. I know everything that you did, because you did it to me. Oh, God. I wish that I wished you dead. I don't. [whispers] I can't.
 * Angel: Buffy, please. Just this once. Let me be strong.
 * Buffy: Strong is fighting. It's hard, and it's painful, and it's every day. It's what we have to do. And we can do it together. But if you're too much of a coward for that, then burn. If I can't convince you that you belong in this world, then I don't know what can. But do not expect me to watch. And don't expect me to mourn for you, because--
 * [Snow falls, blocking the sunlight.]

Gingerbread

 * Buffy: Hey. Is Willow around?
 * Xander: How can I convince you people that it's over? You assume because I am here, she is here. That I somehow mysteriously know where she is.
 * Buffy: [points] Those her books?
 * Xander: Yeah, she's in the bathroom. [Buffy nods] But the fact that I know that doesn't change that I have a genuine complaint here. Look, I'm getting sick of the judgement. The innuendos. Is a man not innocent until proven guilty?
 * Buffy: You are guilty. You got illicit smoochies. Gonna have to pay the price.
 * Xander: But I'm talking about the future guilt. Look, everyone expects me to mess up again. Like Oz. I see how he is around me. You know, that steely gaze, that pointed silence.
 * Buffy: 'Cause he's usually such a chatterbox.
 * Xander: No but it's different now. It's more a verbal non-verbal. He speaks volumes with his eyes.

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 * Mrs. Rosenberg: You're upset, I hear you ...
 * Willow: No, Ma, hear this! I'm a rebel! I'm having a rebellion!
 * Mrs. Rosenberg: Oh, Willow, honey, you don't need to act out like this to prove your specialness!
 * Willow: Mom, I'm not acting out, I'm a witch! I can make pencils float! And I can summon the four elements! Okay, two, but four soon. And I'm dating a musician!
 * Mrs. Rosenberg: Oh, Willow.
 * Willow: I worship Beelzebub. I do his biddings! Do you see any goats around? No! 'Cause I sacrificed them!
 * Mrs. Rosenberg: Willow, please...
 * Willow: All bow before Satan!
 * Mrs. Rosenberg: I'm not listening to this.
 * Willow: Prince of Night, I summon you! Come fill me with your black, naughty evil!

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 * [Angel finds Buffy during patrol.]
 * Buffy: Hey. How are you?
 * Angel: I'm all right. I think I'm better than you right now. [indicates playground shrine] I heard about this. People are talking. People are even talking to me.
 * Buffy: It's strange. People die in Sunnydale all the time. I've never seen anything like this.
 * Angel: They were children. Innocent. It makes a difference.
 * Buffy: And Mr. Sanderson from the bank had it coming? My mom said some things to me about being the Slayer. That it's fruitless. No fruit for Buffy.
 * Angel: She's wrong.
 * Buffy: Is she? Is Sunnydale any better than when I first came here? Okay, so I battle evil. But I don't really win. The bad just keeps coming back... and getting stronger. Like the kid in the story, the boy that stuck his finger in the duck.
 * Angel: Dike. [Buffy looks at him.] It's another word for dam.
 * Buffy: Oh. Okay, that story makes a lot more sense now.
 * Angel: Buffy, you know there's still things I'm trying to figure out. There's a lot I don't understand. But I do know it's important to keep fighting. I learned that from you.
 * Buffy: But we never...
 * Angel: We never win.
 * Buffy: Not completely.
 * Angel: Never will. That's not why we fight. We do it because there's things worth fighting for.

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 * Giles: Uh, wait, wait a minute. Uh... Uh, there is a fringe theory held by a few folklorists that some regional stories have actual, um, very literal antecedents.
 * Buffy: And in some language that's English?
 * Oz: Fairy tales are real?
 * Buffy: Hans and Gre... Hansel and Gretel?
 * Xander: Wait. Hansel and Gretel? Breadcrumbs, ovens, gingerbread house?
 * Giles: Of course! Well, it makes sense now.
 * Buffy: Yeah, it's all falling into place. Of course that place is nowhere near this place.
 * Giles: Some demons thrive by fostering hatred and, and, uh, persecution amongst the mortal animals. Not by, not by destroying men, but by watching men destroy each other. Now, they feed us our darkest fear and turn peaceful communities into vigilantes.
 * Buffy: Hansel and Gretel run home to tell everyone about the mean old witch.
 * Giles: And then she and probably dozens of others are persecuted by a righteous mob. It's happened all throughout history. It happened in Salem, not surprisingly.
 * Xander: Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm still spinning on this whole fairy tales are real thing.
 * Oz: So what do we do?
 * Xander: I don't know about you, but I'm gonna go trade my cow in for some beans ... [silence] No one else is seeing the funny here.

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 * Buffy: Your mom doesn't mind us doing this in the house?
 * Willow: She doesn't know.
 * Buffy: Business as usual?
 * Willow: Yeah, sort of. She's doing that selective memory thing your mom used to be so good at.
 * Buffy: She forgot everything?
 * Willow: No. She remembered the part where I said I was dating a musician. Oz has to come for dinner next week. So, that's sort of like taking an interest.
 * Buffy: Okay, should we try this again?
 * Willow: Let's do it. I think we got the mix of herbs right this time.
 * Buffy: Okay. Ready?
 * Willow: Diana, Hecate, I hereby license thee to depart. Goddess of creatures great and small, I conjure thee to withdraw.
 * [Silence.]
 * Buffy: Maybe we should get her one of those wheel thingies.

Helpless

 * [After a vampire rolls down a slide in a playground...]
 * Buffy: Wow! That was really funny looking! Could you do it again?
 * Vampire: I'll kill you for that.
 * Buffy: For that? What were you going to kill me for before?

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 * Xander: You know, maybe we're on the wrong track with the whole spell, curse and whammy thing. Maybe what we should be looking for is something like... Slayer kryptonite.
 * Oz: Faulty metaphor. Kryptonite kills.
 * Xander: You're assuming I was talking about the green kryptonite. I was referring, of course, to the red kryptonite, which drains Superman of all his powers.
 * Oz: Wrong. The gold kryptonite's the power-sucker. The red kryptonite mutates Superman into some sort of weird --
 * Buffy: Guys, reality!

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 * [Angel gives Buffy a book for her birthday.]
 * Buffy: It's sweet and thoughtful, and full of neat words to learn and say like "wilt" and "henceforth."
 * Angel: Then why'd you seem more excited last year when you got a severed arm in a box?
 * Buffy: I'm sorry ... it's just, suddenly there's a chance that my calling's a wrong number ... it's just freaking me out a little.

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 * Buffy: Before I was the Slayer I was ... Well, I- I don't wanna say shallow, but let's say a certain person, who will remain nameless, we'll just call her "Spordelia," looked like a classical philosopher next to me. Angel, if I'm not the slayer, what do I do? What do I have to offer? Why would you like me?
 * Angel: I saw you before you became the slayer.
 * Buffy: What?
 * Angel: I watched you, I saw you called, it was a bright afternoon out in front of your school. You walked down the steps and ... I loved you.
 * Buffy: Why?
 * Angel: Because I could see your heart. You held it before you for everyone to see, and I was worried that it would get bruised or torn. And more than anything in my life, I wanted to keep it safe. To warm it with my own.
 * Buffy: That's beautiful ... Or, taken literally, incredibly gross.
 * Angel: I was just thinking that too.

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 * Kralik: [to Buffy's mother] Mother. May I call you "mother"? My own mother was a person with no self-respect of her own, so she tried to take mine. Ten years old, she had the scissors. You wouldn't believe what she took with those. But she's dead to me now. Mostly because I killed and ate her, but also because I know I won't be alone much longer. I'll have your daughter. I won't kill her -- I'll just make her like me. Different. She'll go to sleep, and when she wakes up, your face will be the first thing she eats. [considers] I have a problem with mothers. I'm aware of that.

The Zeppo

 * Buffy: Xander, one of these days, you're gonna get yourself hurt.
 * Faith: Or killed.
 * Buffy: Or both. And you know, with the pain and then the death, maybe you shouldn't be leaping into the fray like that. Maybe you should be fray-adjacent.
 * Xander: Excuse me? Who, at a crucial moment, distracted the lead demon by allowing her to pummel him about the head?
 * Faith: Yeah. That was real manly, how you shrieked and all.
 * Xander: I think you'll find that was more of a bellow.

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 * Cordelia: It must be really hard when all your friends have, like, superpowers. Slayer, werewolf, witches, vampires, and you're, like, this little nothing. You must feel like Jimmy Olsen.
 * Xander: I happen to be an integral part of that group. I happen to have a lot to offer.
 * Cordelia: Oh, please.
 * Xander: I do!
 * Cordelia: Integral part of the group? Xander, you're the-the useless part of the group. You're the Zeppo. "Cool." Look it up. It's something that a sub-literate that's repeated twelfth grade three times has, and you don't.
 * [Cordelia turns and walks away.]
 * Cordelia: [to herself] There was no part of that that wasn't fun.

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 * Xander: But ... it's just that it's bugging me ... this cool thing. I mean, what is it? How do you get it? Who doesn't have it? And who decides who doesn't have it? What is the essence of "cool"?
 * Oz: Not sure.
 * Xander: I mean you, yourself, Oz, are considered more or less cool. Why is that?
 * Oz: Am I?
 * Xander: Is it about the talking? You know, the way you tend to express yourself in short, non-committal phrases?
 * Oz: Could be.
 * Xander: No, you're in a band! That's like a business class ticket to cool with complementary mojo after takeoff. I gotta learn an instrument. Is it hard to play guitar?
 * Oz: Not the way I play it.
 * Xander: Okay, but on the other hand, eighth grade: I'm takin' the flugelhorn and gettin' zero trim. So the whole instrument thing could be a mislead. But ya need a thing. One thing nobody else has. What do I have?
 * Oz: An exciting new obsession, which I feel makes you very special.

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 * Faith: She got me really wound up. A fight like that and, no kill. I'm about ready to pop!
 * Xander: Really? Pop?!
 * Faith: You up for it?
 * Xander: Oh, I'm up. I'm suddenly very up. It's just, um, I've never been up with people before.
 * Faith: Just relax. And take your pants off.
 * Xander: Those two ... concepts are ... antithetical.
 * Faith: Don't worry. I'll steer you around the curves.
 * Xander: Did I mention that I'm having a very strange night?

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 * [Thinking he's alone, Xander discovers a bomb in basement of the school]
 * Xander: [to bomb] Hello, nasty. [to himself] Less than two minutes. Dumb guy. Little bomb. How hard can it be?
 * [Jack, leader of the zombie gang, knocks him to the floor]
 * Jack: And it just got harder.
 * Xander: I'm not leaving 'til that thing's disarmed.
 * Jack: Then I guess you're not leaving. I'm gonna carve you up and serve you with gravy. You piss me off, boy. Now you pay the price. First the eyes, then the tongue. I'm gonna break every one of your fingers.
 * Xander: You gonna do all that in forty-nine seconds?
 * [Jack looks at the bomb's clock, then the door, then Xander.]
 * Xander: I know what you're thinking. Can I get by him? Get up the stairs, out of the building, seconds ticking away. I don't love your chances.
 * Jack: Then you'll die, too.
 * Xander: Yeah, looks like. So I guess the question really is: Who has less fear?
 * Jack: I'm not afraid to die. I'm already dead.
 * Xander: Yeah, but this is different. Being blown up isn't walking-around-and-drinking-with-your-buddies dead. It's little-pieces-being-swept-up-by-a-janitor dead, and I don't think you're ready for that.
 * Jack: Are you?
 * Xander: [tired smile] I like the quiet.

Bad Girls

 * Wesley: Of course, training procedures have been updated quite a bit since your day. Much greater empasis on field work.
 * Giles: Really?
 * Wesley: Oh, yes. Not all books and theory nowadays. I have, in fact, faced two vampires myself. Under controlled circumstances, of course.
 * Giles: No danger of finding those here.
 * Wesley: Vampires?
 * Giles: Controlled circumstances. Hello, Buffy.
 * Wesley: Well... hello.
 * Buffy: New Watcher?
 * Giles: New Watcher.
 * Wesley: Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. It's very nice to meet you.
 * Buffy: Is he evil?
 * Wesley: Evil?
 * Buffy: The last one was evil.
 * Wesley: Oh, yes. Gwendolyn Post. We all heard. No, Mr. Giles has checked my credentials, rather thoroughly, and phoned the Council, but I'm glad to see you're on the ball as well. A good Slayer is a cautious Slayer.
 * Buffy: Is he evil?
 * Giles: Not in the strictest sense.
 * Wesley: Well, I'm glad that's cleared up. As I'm sure none of us is anxious to waste any time of pleasantries, why don't you tell me everything about last night's patrol.
 * Buffy: Vampires.
 * Wesley: Yes?
 * Buffy: Killed 'em.
 * Wesley: Anything else you could tell me?
 * Buffy: Uh... one of them had swords. I-I don't think he was with the other two.
 * Wesley: Swords? Swords... One long, one short?
 * Buffy: Mmm. Both pointy. With, like, jewels and things.
 * Giles: Sounds familiar.
 * Wesley: It should.
 * Giles: El Eliminati. 15th--
 * Wesley: 15th-century duelist cult, deadly in that day. Their numbers dwindled in later centuries due to an increase in anti-vampire activity, and a lot of pointless dueling. They eventually became the acolytes of a demon called Balthazar, who brought them to the New World, specifically here.
 * Giles: You seem to know a lot about them.
 * Wesley: I didn't get this job because of my looks.
 * Buffy: I really, really believe that.
 * Wesley: I've researched this town's history extensively.
 * Giles: So why have we not seen them before this?
 * Wesley: They were driven out a hundred years ago. Happily, Balthazar was killed. I don't know by whom.
 * Buffy: And they're back 'cause...
 * Wesley: Balthazar had an amulet purported to give him strength. When he was killed, it was taken by a wealthy landowner named... I don't want to bore you with the details.
 * Buffy: Little bit late.
 * Wesley: Named Gleaves. It was buried with him, and I believe the few remaining Eliminati are probably looking for it. For sentimental value.
 * Giles: And you don't think that this amulet poses any threat?
 * Wesley: Oh, no, not at all. Nonetheless, we may as well keep it from them. Buffy, you will go to the Gleaves family crypt tonight and fetch the amulet.
 * Buffy: I will?
 * Wesley: Are you not used to being given orders?
 * Buffy: Whenever Giles sends me on a mission, he always says please. And afterwards I get a cookie.
 * Wesley: I don't feel we're getting off on quite the right foot. Ah. This is, perhaps, Faith.
 * Faith: New Watcher?
 * Buffy, Giles: New Watcher.
 * Faith: Screw that. [she turns and leaves]
 * Buffy: Now, why didn't I just say that?
 * Giles: Uh, Buffy, would you...
 * Buffy: I'll see if I can get her back. Don't say anything incredibly interesting while I'm gone.
 * Wesley: They'll get used to me.

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 * Wesley: Now hold on, we can deal with this rationally. We have something you want, you have something we want.
 * Balthazar: A trade, intriguing... No, wait, boring. Pull off his kneecaps!

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 * [Buffy confronts Faith about killing Deputy Mayor Allan Finch (whom she thought was a vampire)]
 * Buffy: Faith, it's me. Hey.
 * Faith: Hey.
 * Buffy: So, I, uh-- How you doing?
 * Faith: I'm all right. You know me.
 * Buffy: Faith, we need to talk about what we're gonna do.
 * Faith: There's nothing to talk about. I was doing my job.
 * Buffy: Being a Slayer's not the same as being a killer. Faith, please don't shut me out here. Look, sooner or later, we're both gonna have to deal.
 * Faith: Wrong.
 * Buffy: We can help each other.
 * Faith: I don't need it.
 * Buffy: Yeah? Who's wrong now? Faith, you can shut off all the emotions that you want. But eventually, they're gonna find a body.
 * Faith: Okay, this is the last time we're gonna have this conversation, and we're not even having it now. You understand me? There is no body. I took it, weighted it, and dumped it-- the body doesn't exist.
 * Buffy: Getting rid of the evidence doesn't make the problem go away.
 * Faith: It does for me.
 * Buffy: Faith, you don't get it. You killed a man.
 * Faith: No, you don't get it. I don't care.

Consequences

 * [Cordelia Chase makes an entrance, flirts with Wesley, then leaves.]
 * Wesley: My. She's cheeky, isn't she?
 * Faith: Uh, first word: jail; second word: bait.

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 * Faith: I missed the mark last night and I'm sorry about the guy, I really am! But it happens! Anyways, how many people do you think we've saved by now? Thousands? And didn't you stop the world from ending? Because in my book, that puts you and me in the plus column.
 * Buffy: We help people! It doesn't mean we can do whatever we want.
 * Faith: Why not? The guy I offed was no Gandhi. I mean, we just saw he was mixed up in dirty dealings.
 * Buffy: Maybe, but what if he was coming to us for help?
 * Faith: What if he was? You're still not seeing the big picture, B. Something made us different. We're warriors. We're built to kill.
 * Buffy: To kill demons! But it does not mean that we get to pass judgment on people like we're better than everybody else!
 * Faith: We are better!

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 * [The gang are discussing who should approach Faith.]
 * Xander: She was fighting those apocalypse demon things and I helped out... gave her a ride home.
 * Buffy: And you guys talked?
 * Xander: Not extensively, no.
 * Buffy: Then why would you... oh!
 * Giles: Oh!
 * Willow: I don't need to say "oh", I got it before. They slept together.

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 * Angel: You can't imagine the price for true evil.
 * Faith: Yeah? I hope evil takes MasterCard.

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 * Faith: You sent your boy to kill me.
 * Mayor Wilkins: That's right, I did.
 * Faith: He's dust.
 * Mayor Wilkins: I thought he might be, what with you standing here and all.
 * Faith: I guess that means you have a job opening.

Doppelgangland

 * Buffy: I-I just... well, I-I wanna do...
 * Willow: [smiles knowingly] Better than Faith?
 * Buffy: [slightly embarrassed] So very shallow.
 * Willow: Competition is natural and healthy. Plus, you'll definitely ace her on the psych test. Just don't mark the box that says, "I sometimes like to kill people."

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 * Faith: Thanks, sugar daddy.
 * Mayor Wilkins: Now Faith, you know I don't like that. I'm a family man. Now, let's kill your little friend.

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 * Vamp Willow: Xander!
 * Xander: Will, changing the look not an idle threat with you!
 * Vamp Willow: [smiling] You're alive.
 * Xander: Uh, Will, this is verging on naughty touching here, don't wanna fall back on bad habits - Hands! Hands in new places!
 * Vamp Willow: [revolted] You're alive.
 * Buffy: [approaches Xander and Vamp Willow] So, Xander, are you gonna introduce me to- [Vamp Willow turns to Buffy] Holy God, you're Willow.
 * Vamp Willow: [instantly hostile] You.
 * Buffy: [nervous, trying to be polite] You know what? I-I like the look. It's, um, it's extreme, but it, it, it looks good, you know, it's a... leather thing, and, uh... I said "extreme" already, right?
 * Buffy: [nervous, trying to be polite] You know what? I-I like the look. It's, um, it's extreme, but it, it, it looks good, you know, it's a... leather thing, and, uh... I said "extreme" already, right?

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 * [Vamp Willow turns Willow around and looks her up and down, particularly noticing her pink sweater.]
 * Vamp Willow: Well, look at me. I'm all fuzzy.
 * Willow: What do I want with you? Uh...
 * Vamp Willow: Your little school friend Anya said that you're the one that brought me here. She said that you could get me back to my world.
 * Willow: Oh. Oh! Oops!
 * Vamp Willow: But I don't know...I kinda like the idea of the two of us.
 * [She turns Willow around again, caressing her shoulders.]
 * Vamp Willow: We could be quite a team, if you came around to my way of thinking.
 * Willow: Would that mean we have to snuggle?
 * [Vamp Willow brushes Willow's hair away from her neck.]
 * Vamp Willow: What do you say?
 * [She gives Willow's neck an eager, lengthy lick. Willow shudders with loathing and grimaces at the feeling.]
 * Vamp Willow: Wanna be bad?
 * Willow: This just can't get more disturbing.
 * [Vamp Willow growls horribly with desire and bares her teeth behind Willow's neck. Willow freaks out and whirls around, stepping back and away from her.]
 * Willow: Ack! Ew! No more! You're really starting to freak me out!

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 * Willow: It's horrible! That's me as a vampire? I'm so evil and...skanky. And I think I'm kinda gay.
 * Buffy: Willow, just remember, a vampire's personality has nothing to do with the person it was.
 * Angel: Well, actually... [Buffy gives him a look] That's a good point.

Enemies

 * Wesley: And you say this demon wanted cash? That's very unusual.
 * Giles: Demons after money. Whatever happened to the still beating heart of a virgin? No one has any standards anymore.

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 * Mayor Wilkins: There's more than one way to skin a cat. And I happen to know that's factually true.

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 * Xander: Got the address. I beat it out of Willy the snitch personally.
 * Buffy: You beat up Willy?
 * Xander: Sure. Well, actually, let's just say I applied some pressure. Or more accurately, that I asked politely. And then... Okay, I bribed him.
 * Buffy: How much?
 * Xander: Twenty-eight bucks. Does the council reimburse for that kinda stuff?
 * Giles: Did you get a receipt?
 * Xander: Damn...

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 * Buffy: I know this. It's down by the bus station. Not the nicest part of town.
 * Giles: Again. See, no standards. I mean, any self-respecting demon should be living in a pit of filth or a nice crypt.

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 * Xander: You know how some people hate to say I told you so? Not me. I told you so. Angel's back in the really bad sense, and um, I told you so.
 * Wesley: Angelus has turned? Xander, this is terribly serious. Are you sure?
 * Xander: Gee, let me think. Kind of hard to tell. Last thing I remember was his fist.
 * Wesley: We must contact Giles immediately.
 * Xander: Good thinking. Let's waste time with a lively debate. Leave Buffy alone, and see how dead she gets.
 * Cordelia: Slow down, Xander. This isn't Wesley's fault.
 * Xander: Actually, it is. Faith was your responsibility. Guess who's Angel's new playmate?
 * Willow: Faith and Angel? Together?
 * Xander: Imagine the possibilities.

Earshot

 * [after Buffy begins to hear people's thoughts]
 * Angel: And Buffy, be careful with this gift. A lot of things that seem strong and good and powerful, they can be painful.
 * Buffy: Like, say... immortality?
 * Angel: Exactly. I'm dying to get rid of that.
 * Buffy: Funny.
 * Angel: [deadpan] I'm a funny guy.

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 * Oz: [voice over] I am my thoughts. If they exist in her, Buffy contains everything that is me and she becomes me. I cease to exist. [out loud] Hmm.
 * Xander: [voice over] What am I gonna do? I think about sex all the time! Sex! Help! Four times five is 30. Five times six is 32. Naked girls. Naked women! And naked Buffy! Oh, stop me!
 * Buffy: God, Xander! Is that all you think about?
 * Xander: Actually... bye. [bolts from the library]

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 * Buffy: You had sex with Giles? You had sex with Giles?!
 * Joyce: It was the candy! We were teenagers!
 * Buffy: On the hood of a police car?!
 * Joyce: [goes to leave, glances back] I'll be downstairs. [exits] You feel better!
 * Buffy: Twice!?

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 * [Buffy finds Jonathan in the clock tower with a rifle.]
 * Jonathan: Go away!
 * Buffy: Never gonna happen.
 * Jonathan: You think I won't use this?
 * Buffy: I don't know, Jonathan. I just –
 * Jonathan: Stop doing that!
 * Buffy: Doing what?
 * Jonathan: Stop saying my name like we're friends! We're not friends! You all think I'm an idiot! A short idiot!
 * Buffy: I don't. I don't think about you much at all. Nobody here really does. Bugs you, doesn't it? You have all this pain and all these feelings, and nobody's really paying attention?
 * Jonathan: You think I just want attention?
 * Buffy: No. I think you're up in the clock tower with a high-powered rifle because you wanna blend in. Believe it or not, Jonathan, I understand about the pain.
 * Jonathan [bitterly]: Oh, right! Because the burden of being beautiful and athletic, that's a crippler!
 * Buffy: You know what? I was wrong. You are an idiot. My life happens to, on occasion, suck beyond the telling of it. Sometimes more than I can handle. And it's not just mine. Every single person down there is ignoring your pain because they're too busy with their own. The beautiful ones. The popular ones. The guys that pick on you. Everyone. If you could hear what they were feeling. The loneliness. The confusion. It looks quiet down there. It's not. It's deafening... You know, I could've taken that by now.
 * Jonathan: I know.
 * Buffy: [holds out hand] I'd rather do it this way. [gently takes the rifle from Jonathan as he hands it to her]

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 * [Buffy and Giles are walking toward the high school.]
 * Buffy: Well, it's nice to be able to help someone in a non-slaying capacity. Except he's starting to get that look, you know, like he's gonna ask me to prom.
 * Giles: Well, it would probably be good for his self-esteem, if you...
 * Buffy: Oh, come on! What am I, Saint Buffy? He's, like, three feet tall!
 * Giles: I'm glad to see you've recovered from your psychic encounter more or less intact. Feel up to some training?
 * Buffy: Sure. We can work out after school. You know, if you're not too busy having sex with my mother!
 * [Giles walks right into a tree.]

Choices

 * [Buffy and Angel are hunting vampires in a cemetery at night.]
 * Buffy: So this is our future? This is how we're going to spend our nights when I'm fifty and you're... the same age you are now?
 * [A vampire growls behind them.]
 * Angel: Let's just get you to fifty.
 * Buffy: Liking that plan.

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 * Buffy: Well, I don't think I can talk any slower, Wes. I want to leave.
 * Wesley: What? Now?
 * Buffy: No, not now. After I graduate, you know, college?
 * Wesley: But you're a Slayer.
 * Buffy: Yeah. I'm also a person. You can't just define me by my slayer-ness. That's... something-ism.

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 * Buffy: Looks like a job for Wiccan girl. What do you say, Will? Big-time danger.
 * Willow: Hey, I eat danger for breakfast.
 * Xander: But oddly enough, she panics in the face of breakfast foods.

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 * Faith: 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 knocks Willow to the ground.]
 * Faith: You hurt me, I hurt you. I'm just a little more efficient.
 * Willow: [stands up] Aw, and here I just thought you didn't have a comeback.

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 * Buffy: I can't let you stay because of me.
 * Willow: Actually, this isn't about you. Although I'm fond, don't get me wrong, of you. The other night, you know, being captured and all, facing off with Faith, things just kinda got clear. I mean, you've been fighting evil here for three years, and I've helped some, and now we're supposed to decide what we want to do with our lives. And I just realized that's what I want to do. Fight evil, help people. I mean, I-I think it's worth doing. And I don't think you do it because you have to. It's a good fight, Buffy, and I want in.
 * Buffy: I kind of love you.
 * Willow: And, besides, I have a shot at being a bad-ass Wicca, and what better place to learn?
 * Buffy: I feel the need for more sugar than the human body can handle.
 * Willow: Mochas?
 * Buffy: Yes please! [the two get up and walk away] It's weird. You look at something and you think you know exactly what you're seeing, and then you find out it's something else entirely.
 * Willow: Neat, huh?
 * Buffy: Sometimes it is.

The Prom

 * Anya: The power of the Wish made me a righteous sword to smite the unfaithful.
 * Xander: Well, hey! Good luck with that. Hope it works out for you.
 * Anya: You know, you can laugh, but I have witnessed a millennium of treachery and oppression from the males of the species, and I have nothing but contempt for the whole libidinous lot of them.
 * Xander: Then why you are talking to me?
 * Anya: [averting her eyes] I don't have a date for the prom.
 * Xander: Well, gosh! I wonder why not. It couldn't possibly have anything to do with your sales pitch?
 * Anya: Men are evil... Will you go with me?
 * Xander: One of us is very confused, and I honestly don't know which.
 * Anya: When I lost my powers I got stuck with this persona, and now I have all these feelings. I don't understand it. I don't like it. All I know is I really want to go to this dance and I want someone to go with me.
 * Anya: Look, I know you find me attractive. I've seen you looking at my breasts.
 * Xander: Nothing personal, but when a guy does that it just means his eyes are open.
 * Anya: Whatever. Look, do you wanna go with me or not?
 * [Xander's eyes lower for a second, then flick back up to Anya's face.]
 * Anya: Whatever. Look, do you wanna go with me or not?
 * [Xander's eyes lower for a second, then flick back up to Anya's face.]

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 * Buffy: [about the Prom] Well, at least we all have someone to go with now. Some of us are going with demons, but I think that's a valid lifestyle choice.

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 * Buffy: You guys are going to have a prom. The kind of prom that everyone should have. I'm going to give you all a nice, fun, normal evening, if I have to kill every single person on the face of the earth to do it.
 * Xander: ...Yay?

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 * Wesley: Mr. Giles. I'd like your opinion. While the last thing I wish to do is model bad behavior in front of impressionable youth, I wonder if asking Miss Chase to dance would--
 * Giles: For God's sake man, she's eighteen! And you have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone.  Just have at it would you, and stop fluttering about.

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 * Jonathan: This is actually a new category. First time ever. I guess there were a lot of write-in ballots, and, um, well, the prom committee asked me to read this... We're not good friends. Most of us never found the time to get to know you, but that doesn't mean we haven't noticed you. We don't talk about it much, but it's no secret that Sunnydale High isn't really like other high schools. A lot of weird stuff happens here.
 * Crowd outbursts: Zombies! . . . Hyena people! . . . Snyder! [laughter]
 * Jonathan: But whenever there was a problem or something creepy happened, you seemed to show up and stop it. Most of the people here have been saved by you, or helped by you at one time or another. We're proud to say that the Class of '99 has the lowest mortality rate of any graduating class in Sunnydale history... [applause from the crowd]... And we know at least part of that is because of you. So the senior class offers its thanks, and gives you, uh, this. [produces a glittering, miniature umbrella with a small plaque attached to the shaft] It's from all of us, and it has written here, "Buffy Summers, Class Protector."
 * [The crowd breaks into sustained applause and cheering and Buffy is deeply moved.]

Graduation Day, Part One

 * [After Willow and Harmony have signed each other's yearbooks.]
 * Willow: I'm going to miss her.
 * Buffy: Don't you hate her?
 * Willow: Yes, with a fiery vengeance. She picked on me for ten years. Vacuous tramp... It's like a sickness, Buffy. I'm missing everything. I miss P.E.!

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 * Anya: So I was wondering... maybe if you're free this weekend... we could do some... entertaining thing.
 * Xander: Would that be along the lines of you telling me all about the men you destroyed back in your demon days? 'Cause pencil me in!
 * Anya: Well, we could do something else you like. We could, um, watch sports of some kind.
 * Xander: Uh, I don't know.
 * Anya: Men like sports. I'm sure of it.
 * Xander: Yes, men like sports. Men watch the action movie, they eat of the beef, and enjoy to look at the bosoms. A thousand years of avenging our wrongs, and that's all that you've learned?

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 * Xander: The mayor is going to kill us all during graduation.
 * Cordelia: Oh! Are you gonna go to fifth period?
 * Xander: I was thinking I might skip it.

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 * Willow: I think we could be dead in two days and you're being ironic, detachment guy.
 * Oz: Would it help you if I panic?
 * Willow: Yes! It'd be swell. Panic is a thing people can share in times of crisis. And everything's really scary now, you know? And I don't know what's going to happen. A-a-and there's all sorts of things that you're supposed to get to do after high school, and I was really looking forward to doing them, and now we're probably just going to die, and I'd like to feel that maybe you would --
 * [Oz kisses her.]
 * Willow: What are you doing?
 * Oz: Panicking.
 * [Oz kisses Willow again, they fall onto Willow's bed.]

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 * Anya: When I think that something could happen to you, it feels bad inside, like I might vomit.
 * Xander: Welcome to the world of romance.
 * Anya: It's horrible. No wonder I used to get so much work.
 * Xander: Well, I'm sorry I give you barfy feelings.
 * Anya: Come with me.
 * Xander: I can't.
 * Anya: Why not?
 * Xander: I got friends on the line.
 * Anya: So?
 * Xander: That humanity thing's still a work in progress, isn't it?

Graduation Day, Part Two

 * Cordelia: I personally don't think it's possible to come up with a crazier plan.
 * Oz: We attack the Mayor with hummus.
 * Cordelia: I stand corrected.
 * Oz: Just keeping things in perspective.
 * Cordelia: My point however is, crazy or not, it's pretty much the only plan. Besides, it's Buffy's, and she's Slay Gal, you know, Little Miss Likes-to-fight. So...
 * Xander: I think there was a 'yea' vote buried in there somewhere.
 * Angel: Well, he's not crazy about germs.
 * Cordelia: Of course. That's it! We'll attack him with germs!
 * Buffy: Great! We'll get him cornered, and then you can sneeze on him.
 * Cordelia: No! No. We'll get a container of Ebola virus, and... and, um... or -- it doesn't even have to be real. We could just get a box that says "Ebola" on it, and, um... [snaps her fingers] chase him. [everyone is silent] ...With the box.
 * Xander: I'm starting to lean towards the hummus offensive.
 * Oz: He'll never see it coming.
 * Xander: I'm starting to lean towards the hummus offensive.
 * Oz: He'll never see it coming.

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 * Wesley: I'm not here for the council. Just tell me how I can help.
 * Cordelia: That is so classy! Isn't he just so classy?
 * Buffy: It's a start.
 * Wesley: So there is something I can do? Besides scream like a woman.

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 * Mayor Wilkins: [clears throat] Well. What a day this is. A special day. Today is our centennial, the 100th anniversary of the founding of Sunnydale, and I know what that mean to all you kids. Not a darn thing. 'Cause today, something much more important happens. Today, you all graduate from high school. Today, all the pain, all the work, all the excitement is finally over. Now, what's 100 years of history compared to that? Do you know what, kids?
 * Buffy: Oh, my God. He's going to do the entire speech.
 * Willow: Man, just ascend already.
 * Buffy: Evil.
 * Mayor Wilkins: Maybe the two things connect. Maybe you have a place in Sunnydale's history, whether you like it or not. It's been a long road getting here, for you, for Sunnydale. There's been achievement, joy, good times. And there's been grief. There's been loss. Some people who should be here today... aren't. But we are. Journey's end. And what is a journey? Is it just... distance traveled? Time spent? No. It's what happens on the way. It's the things that shape you. At the end of the journey, you're not the same. Today is about change. Graduation doesn't just mean your circumstances change. It means you do. You ascent to a higher level. Nothing will ever be the same. Nothing.
 * [Everyone looks up, noticing the sun being blocked by an eclipse. The Mayor suddenly starts flinching]
 * Mayor Wilkins: And so, as we look back on... on the events that brought us to this day...
 * Buffy: Come on.
 * Mayor Wilkins: We... We must all-- [cries out in pain] It has begun. My destiny. It's a little sooner than I expected. I had this whole section on civic pride. But I guess we'll just skip to the big finish.

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 * Buffy: Hey! You remember this? I took it from Faith. Stuck it in her gut. Just slid in her like she was butter. You wanna get it back from me, Dick?
 * [After Buffy lures the Mayor into a room full of explosives]
 * Mayor Wilkins: Well, gosh. [is blown up]

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 * Cordelia: Well, that was the most fun you can have without having any fun.
 * Willow: What about the part where we kicked some demon ass? I didn't hate that.
 * Xander: Hear, hear.
 * Buffy: You guys want to take off? I think we've pretty much done everything we can.
 * Cordelia: I'm for it.
 * Willow: Are you okay?
 * Buffy: Yeah. I'm okay. I could use a little sleep, though.
 * Willow: Yeah.
 * Buffy: If someone could just wake me when it's time to go college, that'd be great.
 * Oz: Guys, take a moment to deal with this. We survived.
 * Buffy: It was a hell of a battle.
 * Oz: Not the battle. High school. We're taking a moment. And we're done.
 * Xander: Well, school's done. That was so cool.
 * Willow: Why do demons even come here? I mean, don't they know how bad we are?