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?
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
Willow: I'll just shift everyone who isn't a fifteen-year-old girl into an alternate dimension.
Willow: No, it'll be for like a fraction of a second. They won't even notice.
Tara: Will, no, you can't!
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.
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?
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.