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All the Way Quotes
All the Way Quotes

Xander: Arrr! Careful, me mateys! These be fireflies spat from a volcano off the coast of Katmandu. Arr!
Little Boy: You're not a real pirate! Real pirates live on boats and don't look stupid!
Xander: Oh, a salty swabbie! Maybe you be fishin' for the taste... of me hook!
Giles: Uh, hello, Ahab, a little help please?
Xander: Arr, and help ye shall have, arr!

Dawn: So what are you supposed to be?
Anya: An angel.
Dawn: Oh. Shouldn't you have wings?
Anya: Oh no, this is a special kind of angel called a Charlie. We don't have wings, we just skate around with perfect hair fighting crime.

Anya: How 'bout you, ever play Shiver Me Timbers?
Tara: I'm not really much for the timber.

Buffy: What are you doing lurking down here?
Spike: Came through the tunnels. Running low on burba weed. Stir it in with the blood. Makes it all hot 'n spicy. What? I was gonna pay for it. I mean, no. I was gonna nick it, 'cause that's what I do. I go where I please and I take what I want, and what's your excuse anyway?

Spike: Feel like a bit of the rough and tumble?
Buffy: What?
Spike: Me... you... Patrolling? Hello?
Buffy: Oh. Uh... I... should stay. Maybe tomorrow.
Spike: It's not like I don't already have plans. Great Pumpkin's on in twenty.
Buffy: So much easier to talk to when he wanted to kill me.

Buffy: What happened to Xander?
Giles: He kept poking me with his hook. I sent him over to charmed objects. With any luck he'll poke the wrong one and end up in an alternative dimension inhabited by a 50-foot Giles that squishes annoying teeny pirates.

Buffy: Actually, Spike had a really good idea. You know, maybe I should patrol.
Giles: Buffy, you've been patrolling every night this week. Besides, it's Halloween, it's the one time of the year that supernatural threats give it a well-deserved rest. As should you.
Buffy: Yeah, what about costumes that take over your personality? Or, wee little Irish fear-demon-y thingies?
Giles: Yes, well, if anything calamitous should happen, history suggests it'll happen to one of us.

Anya: That was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced. Except for that. What you all did for me tonight... the astounding heaps of money you helped me- us acquire. All I can say is, I hope we make as much tomorrow.
Buffy: Tomorrow?
Anya: Oh, post-holiday clearance. The cornerstone of retail.

Giles: Brooms all around, then.
Willow: Or I could whip up a jaunty self-cleaning incantation, it'll be like Fantasia.
Giles: We all know how splendidly that turned out for Mickey.
Willow: I think I'm a little more adept than a cartoon mouse.
Tara: And you have more fingers, which is good, 'cause... there's no need to wear those big white gloves to overcompensate.

Dawn: You do this every night?
Anya: Every time I close out the cash register. The dance of capitalist superiority.

Buffy: Did you know about this?
Giles: No. Unless I blocked it from my memory, much as I will Xander's vigorous use of his tongue.
Buffy: Is that why you're always cleaning your glasses? So you don't have to see what we're doing?
Giles: Tell no one.

Tara: The grocery store's still open, we... could've bought decorations there.
Willow: Why bother? These are perfect. And extra biodegradable-y. In a couple of hours, poof!
Tara: No, they're, they're great, it's just... why use magic when you can do something naturally?
Willow: Well, you can fight monsters naturally, with sticks and stones. Don't recommend it though.
Tara: It's different.
Willow: How?
Tara: Becau- Because you're protecting people. Keeping them from being hurt.
Willow: Which makes them happy. Like pretty decorations made Anya happy.
Tara: That's not the point, Will.
Willow: Why are you being like this?
Tara: This isn't about me!
Willow: This is so about you. You're always coming down on me for, for doing magic that couldn't harm a fly. What's your problem?
Tara: Willow, I j-just wish that you would stop and think about what you're-

Buffy: I just, I can't believe it. Seems like only yesterday you had to pay a girl to date you.
Xander: Like I'd ever pay. Define 'date.'

Buffy: I was only out of commission for three months. How many other things have changed since I've been away? Dawn: Ooh, I got a tattoo!
Buffy: What?!
Willow: Which is why we told her no.
Dawn: Just a little one?
Buffy: Over my dead body. The kind that doesn't come back.

Janice: Okay, I say we get the funk out of here before Satan Claus tries to stuff us up the chimney.
Zack: What, and miss the big treat? That would break the old guy's little heart! Assuming it's still beating.
Dawn: She's right, we should just get Justin and go.
Zack: Come on, the dude's a thousand years old. What's he gonna do, drown us in his drool cup?

Anya: So I was thinking maybe a June wedding. But then I remembered that they always had the highest percentage of calls for vengeance. So now I'm leaning towards as soon as damn possible. I mean, mortal life being so short, we gotta get in as much marital bliss as we can before we wither and die. I mean, there's just so much to consider, though, I mean, planning the wedding, and, and new cars, house and babies. You have to plan for babies, or they just run roughshod over your entire existence.
Xander: Yeah, y... you gotta know what to call 'em before they hit college.
Giles: Ah. Rupert is an exceptionally strong name.
Anya: Ha ha ha! Yeah, if we want our progeny to eat paste and have their lunch money stolen.

Justin: So you're like, what, a sophomore?
Dawn: I wish.
Justin: Uhhh, freshman.
Dawn: Yep, way down there at the bottom of the rung. Actually? Kinda under those little rubber feet they use to keep the ladder steady.

Willow: Well, not me at fifteen, 'cause, hello, spaz.
Tara: You?
Willow: Yeah. Hard to believe such a hot mama-yama came from humble, geek-infested roots?
Tara: Infested roots, trying to turn me on?
Willow: I have to try now?

Willow: One among many, many fade to one-
Tara: What are you doing? Will?
Willow: I'm just gonna clear the crowd.
Tara: How?
Willow: I'll just shift everyone who isn't a fifteen-year-old girl into an alternate dimension.
Tara: What?
Willow: No, it'll be for like a fraction of a second. They won't even notice.
Tara: Will, no, you can't!
Willow: Why?
Tara: Well, what if something went wrong?
Willow: Well, it won't!
Tara: But w-what would Giles say?

Willow: Are you taking his side now?
Tara: This isn't about sides.
Willow: You two have been talking about me behind my back.
Tara: No! God.
Willow: You know how that makes me feel?
Tara: Willow, you are using too much magic. What do you want me to do, just, just sit back and keep my mouth shut?
Willow: Well, that'd be a good start.
Tara: If I didn't love you so damn much I would!

Giles: Mist... cemetery... Halloween. Should end well... Bloody brilliant.

Giles: Janice?
Janice: He bit me. That jerk bit me!
Zack: Like you weren't asking for it.
Giles: I feel certain she wasn't.
Zack: What do you know about it, grandpa?
Giles: Quite a bit actually.

Buffy: Were you parking?! With a vamp?
Dawn: I-I didn't know he was dead!
Justin: Living dead.
Dawn: Shut up!
Buffy: How could you not know?
Dawn: I just met him!
Buffy: Oh! Oh, so you were parking in the woods with a boy you just met.
Justin: We've seen each other at parties.
Buffy: Shut up. I don't believe you!
Dawn: Oh, like you've never fallen for a vampire?
Buffy: That was different.
Dawn: It always is when it's you.
Random Vamp: Uh, excuse me! Can we fight now?
Buffy: Hey, didn't anyone come here to just make out? Aw, that's sweet. You run. You scream.

Spike: It's Halloween, you nit! We take the night off. Those are the rules.
Random Vamp: Me and mine don't follow no stinkin' rules! We're rebels!
Spike: No. I'm a rebel. You're an idiot. Give the lot of us a bad name.

Buffy: Sorry about the party.
Xander: Aah, don't worry about it.
Anya: It gave me more time to plan the bridal shower. Where do we order obscenely muscular male strippers?
Xander: Anya.
Anya: Well, I'm kidding, geez.

Buffy: How's your face?
Giles: Oh, still ruggedly handsome. 'Grandpa,' indeed. Ow.
Buffy: She's taking it pretty hard.
Giles: Well, it's not surprising. Still, we can't ignore this kind of behavior. Something needs to be done before it spins out of control.
Buffy: You're right. I'm glad you're here to take care of it. Don't... be too hard on her, okay?

Giles: We need to have a conversation.
Dawn: This the part where you tell me you're not angry... just disappointed?
Giles: Pretty much. Except for the bit about not being angry.

Willow: I, I'm sorry, okay?
Tara: It's not that easy.
Willow: Well, what do you want me to do? Reverse time and take it back? 'Cause I could probably- Joke. I don't think I could really-
Tara: You know what, can, can we not do this now? I'm tired.
Willow: Okay. Let's just forget it ever happened. Forget.

The Usual
The Usual

Random Quotage:

Do you want me to wag my finger at you and tell you that you acted rashly? You did. A-and I can. I know that you loved him. And... he... has proven more than once that he loved you. You couldn't have known what would happen. The coming months a-are gonna, are gonna be hard... I, I suspect on all of us, but... if it's guilt you're looking for, Buffy, I'm, I'm not your man. All you will get from me is, is my support. And my respect.
-Giles (Innocence)

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