After Life Quotes
After Life Quotes
Xander: "Hey, hey, don't worry, ladies, I'll get us there just fine. My senses are primed for danger, and nothing's
gonna- I'm okay. Four. Four limbs."
Anya: "Well, at least the demons almost hit you on the way out of town."
Willow: "I-it was Buffy, right? We, we saw her and it was really Buffy?"
Anya: "I think we screwed it up. She's broken."
Willow: "No! She's not broken! She's just... disoriented from being... tormented in some hell dimension.
Probably tortured and... It's like, we don't even know how much time has passed there for her, uh, possibly years.
That's not something you just get over. Oh my God. What if she never gets over it?"
Anya: "And you think of this now?"
Dawn: "There you are. Knew you were under that dirt somewhere. You remember what Mom
used to say? 'Either wash that neck or plant potatoes.' Yeah, I never thought it was funny either."
Spike: "Dawn! Dawn! Are you there?"
Dawn: "It, it's just Spike. I'm here!"
Spike: "Thank God. You scared me half to death... or more to death. You - I could kill you."
Spike: "I mean it. I could rip your head off one-handed and drink from your brain stem."
Spike: Her hands."
Dawn: "Um, I was gonna fix 'em. I don't know how they got like that."
Spike: "I do. Clawed her way out of a coffin, that's how. Isn't that right?"
Buffy: "Yeah. That's... what I had to do."
Spike: "Done it myself."
Buffy: "How long was I gone?"
Spike: "Hundred forty-seven days yesterday. Uh... hundred forty-eight today. 'Cept today doesn't count, does it?
How long was it for you... where you were?"
Anya: "Well, yeah. I mean... jet-lag from hell has gotta be, you know, jet-lag from hell."
Anya: "I think Willow's wrong. I don't think she's particularly normal at all."
Xander: "Well, she just got back. Give it time. I bet in a week she'll be our little Bufferin again."
Anya: "Oh yes, cause six or seven days, that's all you really need to get over eternal hell experiences."
Spike: "You didn't tell me. You brought her back and you didn't tell me."
Xander: "Well, now you know."
Spike: "I worked beside you all summer."
Xander: "We didn't tell you. It was just... we didn't, okay?"
Spike: "Listen. I've figured it out. Maybe you haven't, but I have. Willow knew there
was a chance that she'd come back wrong. So wrong that you'd have... that she would have to get
rid of what came back. And I wouldn't let her. If any part of that was Buffy, I wouldn't let her.
And that's why she shut me out."
Xander: "What are you talking about? Willow wouldn't do that."
Spike: "Oh. Is that right."
Xander: "Look. You're just covering. Don't tell me you're not happy. Look me in the eyes, and tell
me when you saw Buffy alive, that wasn't the happiest moment of your entire existence."
Spike: "That's the thing about magic. There's always consequences. Always!"
Tara: "Did you get through to London?"
Willow: "Yeah. He's gonna head back as soon as he can. I'm not sure, like maybe a couple days."
Tara: "How did he take it?"
Willow: "Um... I'm not sure. I mean... glad, but... kinda weirded out, which I get, you
know? Lots of 'dear lords'. And I think I actually heard him cleaning his glasses."
Willow: "If things did go right... wouldn't you think she'd be... happier? Like, wouldn't
you think she would be so happy that we brought her out?"
Tara: "Sure she is. You thought she'd say thanks. Be more grateful."
Willow: "Would I be a terrible person if I said yes?"
Tara: "Give her time. She'll get there."
Anya: "Xander, are you up? I can't sleep. Play a word game with me. Xander, are you
awake? Okay, I'm going to describe an adjective with accurate but misleading clues, and then
you have to guess what it is. Xander? Xander?"
Xander: "Huh? What? Do what?"
Anya: "That oughta do it."
Xander: "Very bad. Very, very, very bad. Bad."
Anya: "He's all traumatized."
Buffy: "They were... dead. I-I-I mean, we were dead. Like, um... dead bodies? But, but then they were okay. So
I just, you know, figured it was me. That I was going crazy."
Anya: "Well, maybe you are. Going crazy. From Hell... No. You're fine."
Anya: "I found one of those 24-hour places for coffee. Remember that bookstore? Well they became one of those
books-and-coffee places, and now they're just coffee. It's like evolution, only without the getting-better part.
Uh, coffee, coffee, coffee, um, hot chocolate for Dawn. You're too young for coffee."
Anya: "You can have my coffee."
Anya: "Did I look like that? I hope I didn't look like that."
Willow: "No, I'm sure you looked really glamorous cutting up your face."
Spike: "Uh... I do remember what I said. The promise. To protect her. If I had done that... even if I didn't
make it... you wouldn't have had to jump. But I want you to know I did save you. Not when it
counted, of course, but... after that. Every night after that. I'd see it all again... do
something different. Faster or more clever, you know? Dozens of times, lots of different ways...
Every night I save you."
Anya: "She's possessed!"
Dawn: "You're right."
Willow: "I'm not possessed. I-I think I figured it out. This demon, i-it's not a demon we let out. It's, it's a demon that we made."
Xander: "We made a demon? Bad us."
Willow: "Thaumogenesis is when doing a spell actually creates a being. In this case it was like, a, a side-effect, I guess. Like a price."
Willow: "Think of it like, the world doesn't like you getting something for free, and we asked for this huge gift. Buffy. A-and so the world said, 'fine, but if you have that, you have to take this too.' And it made the demon."
Anya: "Well, technically, that's not a price. That's a gift with purchase."
Dawn: "Um, but, if we made the demon, how come we can't see it? I mean, all we see is us. Doing stuff."
Willow: "Well, I, I think it's out of phase with this dimension. Like, its consciousness is here, but, but its body is caught in the ether between existing and not existing."
Tara: "It doesn't have a body, so it's borrowing ours. I-it borrowed Dawn and Anya..."
Willow: "Or, or it's manifesting copies of them, like, like it did when Buffy came at us..."
Tara: "It's using them to do stuff. To scare us, attack us."
Xander: "So we need to uncreate it, right? We need to send it the rest of the way out of our world."
Willow: "Uh-huh. Except that... it's linked to the spell. So, if we sent it away... it would be like the spell doesn't exist. Like it never happened."
Dawn: "Like it never brought Buffy back."
"You can't do that. You can't think for a second that you're going to do that."
Dawn: "If you think you can give her back to me and then take her away again? No. That's worse than if you'd never brought her back. You can't mess with people's lives this way!"
Willow: "Dawn, we're not going to do it that way."
Dawn: "How can you let her do this? How can you even talk about letting her go?"
Tara: "Honey, you're not listening. She said we will find another way."
Xander: "We will."
Dawn: "Then do it!"
Dawn: "Xander! Drive faster!"
Xander: "I can't!"
Dawn: "I could drive faster and I can't drive!"
Anya: "She's right, you're like a snail. A snail who's driving a car very slowly. Come on, give it the lead foot! We've got to help Buffy with that demon you sent after her!"
Xander: "I did not send the demon, I was possessed. The demon used me to eavesdrop on our conversation."
Anya: "Great, so now what? We have to talk in some sort of anti-demon secret code?"
Xander: "Ood-gay idea-yay, An-yay."
Dawn: "Stop talking wrong in Pig Latin and drive! Buffy's in trouble!"
Dawn: "Are you okay?"
Buffy: "I'm going to start charging money for every person that asks me that."
Dawn: "Everyone's been doing that, huh?"
Buffy: "A little bit."
Dawn: "It's because they care about you a lot. When you were gone... it was bad when you were gone. But it'll be
better now. Now that they can see you being happy. That's all they want."
Buffy: "You brought me back. I was in a... I was in hell. I, um... I can't think too much about what it was like.
But it felt like the world abandoned me there. And then suddenly... you guys did what you did."
Tara: "It was Willow. She knew what to do."
Buffy: "Okay. So you did that. And the world came rushing back. Thank you. You guys gave me the world. I can't
tell you what it means to me. And I should have said it before."
Willow: "You're welcome."
Xander: "Welcome home, Buffy."
Spike: "Say, aren't you leaving a hole in the middle of some soggy group hug?"
Buffy: "Just wanted a little time alone."
Spike: "Oh, uh, right then."
Buffy: "That's okay. I can be alone with you here."
Spike: "Thanks ever so."
Spike: "Buff? ... Slayer? Are you okay?"
Buffy: "I'm here. I'm good."
Spike: "Buffy, if you're in... if you're in pain... or if you need anything... or if I can do anything for you..."
Buffy: "You can't."
Spike: "Well, I haven't been to a hell dimension just of late, but I do know a thing or two about torment."
Buffy: "I was happy. Wherever I... was... I was happy. At peace. I knew that everyone I
cared about was all right. I knew it. Time... didn't mean anything... nothing had form... but I
was still me, you know? And I was warm... and I was loved... and I was finished. Complete. I
don't understand about theology or dimensions, or... any of it, really... but I think I was in
heaven. And now I'm not. I was torn out of there. Pulled out... by my friends. Everything here
is... hard, and bright, and violent. Everything I feel, everything I touch... this is Hell.
Just getting through the next moment, and the one after that... knowing what I've lost...
They can never know. Never."