Beauty and the Beasts Quotes
Beauty and the Beasts Quotes
Willow: 'He was sounding the deeps of his nature and the parts of his nature that were deeper than he, going back into the wombs of time. The rabbit could not...' Okay. Uh, maybe we should try a less stimulating passage.
Xander: Oh! 'Call of the Wild.' Aren't we reading the Cliff Notes to this for English?
Willow: Some of us are. Anyway, it'll help you stay awake. It's good and, and very wolfy. Seems to soothe the savage beast. Except for the parts about... rabbits.
Willow: It... seems to make him a little overexcited. Okay. Now, he's had his 2:00 feeding, and, uh, after sunrise, if he forgets where his clothes are, they're on top of the file cabinet in his cage. I put those towels up for privacy.
Xander: Uh, no worries. I can handle the Oz Full Monty. I mean, not 'handle' handle, like 'hands to flesh' handle.
Willow: Mm, okay. Well, it's not for you. It's for me, 'cause I'm still getting used to half a Monty.
Xander: Oh. Good. Half? You and Oz? Which half?
Willow: Wouldn't you like to know?
Faith: Nice place. Do you ever catch kids doing the diddy out here?
Buffy: No. There's a smooch spot up by the woods. 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: 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 stuff 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 till I was at least forty.
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.
Debbie: Hi, Oz. Hey, you're not doing jazz band this year?
Oz: Oh, can't take the pressure. It's not the music that's hard, it's the marching.
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: Those are pretty flowers.
Debbie: Thanks. Pete brought them for me.
Pete: Yeah. Well, I-I'm sure Scott does that kind of stuff for you, too, Buffy.
Scott: Oh, well, we're not up to flowers. Are we? Up to flowers? Did I miss flowers?
Buffy: No. We're pre-posy. Definitely.
Giles: We need to recheck every possible exit avenue.
Xander: I'm telling you, it's a waste of time. I was here all night.
Giles: Right. It's good to see you. Um, no need to panic.
Oz: Just a thought: poker: not your game.
Giles: I'm afraid he was, he was, um, terribly mauled. Now, uh, much as I hate to think it, i-i-it could be the handiwork of, of...
Willow: Wolf you, not you you.
Xander: But it's not. Not wolf you, not you you. The room was secured, the gate was locked, and the window unbreakable, and... open!
Willow: Oh, God.
Xander: Not to freak. I rested my eyes now and then. That's all.
Giles: How long... exactly did you... rest your eyes for?
Xander: A little now, uh, a little then. But I never heard Oz leave, and he was here in the morning when I, um... when I...
Giles: WOKE UP!
Xander: You could put it that way if you want to, Mr. Technical.
Buffy: Buffy Summers, reporting for sanity. Look... I know that I have to do this, and I-I'll cooperate, and I'll look at your ink blots and everything, but... I don't wanna talk about my life or my childhood or... anything, for that matter, actually. And, uh... I don't wanna be friends here.
Mr. Platt: We're not gonna be friends. You have friends already, I hope. Friends are a good thing. Mm-hm. They like you, agree with you, tell you what you wanna hear. That's not what you need right now. What you need is a trained, not... too crazy professional who will always give you his honest opinion. Which I offer. Have a seat.
Buffy: Not too crazy? Those are your credentials?
Mr. Platt: Look, Buffy, any person -- grownup, shrink, pope -- any person who claims to be totally sane is either lying or not very bright. I mean, everyone has problems. Everybody has demons, right?
Buffy: Gotta say I'm with you on that.
Mr. Platt: Excellent. So, the hope I bring you is: demons can be fought. People can change. You can change.
Buffy: You know, I'm, I'm really over it. I-I'm moving on, I feel good, I'm, I'm even dating someone new.
Mr. Platt: All good things. But still, you're you're bringing me in at the end of the movie.
Buffy: I was dating someone. Uh, it-it ended badly. My mom and I were fighting, and I... kinda freaked.
Mr. Platt: Well, tell me more about this guy. The Bad Ending Guy.
Buffy: He was my first... I loved him, and then he...
Mr. Platt: ...changed.
Mr. Platt: He got mean.
Mr. Platt: And you didn't stop loving him. Look, lots of people lose themselves in love. It's, it's no shame. They write songs about it. The hitch is, you can't stay lost. Sooner or later, you... you have to get back to yourself.
Buffy: And if you can't?
Mr. Platt: If you can't... Well, love becomes your master, and you're just its dog.
Buffy: I'm afraid to ask.
Cordelia: Oz ate someone last night.
Willow: He did not!
Xander: Oz does not eat people. It's more werewolf play. You know, I bat you around a little bit, like a cat toy. I have harmless, wolf fun. Is it Oz's fault that, you know, side effect, people get cut to ribbons, and maybe then he'll take a little nibble and... I'm not helping, am I?
Giles: No. Oz may have got out of his cage last night.
Oz: Or maybe there's a, another werewolf roaming the woods.
Giles: Perhaps. Perhaps it's something else entirely.
Buffy: It's okay. We'll work together, and we'll figure this out.
Oz: What, you're having a Slayer watch me? Oh, good, we're not overreacting... Okay. Uh, you know that thing where you bail in the middle of an upsetting conversation? I have to do that. It's kinda dramatic, I know, but... sometimes, it's a necessary guy thing.
Xander: We're doing crime here. You don't sneak up during crime!
Buffy: What if... I told you that... I had a dream about Angel... and, um... it brought up some questions?
Giles: I'd say it was to be expected. Must have been some dream. I didn't think you knew what a card index was for.
Buffy: I dreamt that he came back.
Giles: Of course. After Jenny was killed, I had dreams that she was s-still alive, that I saved her.
Buffy: This was vivid. Really vivid. Three-dimensional, sensurround, the hills are alive...
Giles: Do you believe it was a prophecy?
Buffy: No. I-I don't know. I... I guess it just... it made me wonder.
Buffy: Let's just pretend for a second that... Angel somehow found his way back to Sunnydale. What would he be like?
Giles: I really can't say. From what is known about that dimension, i-it would suggest a world of... brutal torment. And time moves quite differently there, so...
Buffy: I remember. So he would've been down there for hundreds of years.
Buffy: Of torture.
Giles: It would take someone of extraordinary... will and character to survive that and, uh, retain any semblance of self. Most likely, he'd be, be a monster.
Buffy: A lost cause.
Giles: Maybe. Maybe not. In my experience, there are... two types of monster. The first, uh, can be redeemed, or more importantly, wants to be redeemed.
Buffy: And the second type?
Giles: The second is void of humanity, cannot respond to reason... or love.
Willow: Glazed or cake? It's fun to watch them make them. They use this spritzy thing, and they drop the batter into this...
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... Jelly doughnut?
Scott: Hey. Uh... I can't, I can't back you on that lunch. Nutritional demerits.
Buffy: Oh. My stomach doesn't want hard food today. But there's fruit in it.
Scott: Those are marshmallows.
Buffy: Wait. Don't turn around. Okay? And don't say anything. Just listen. I mean, that's, that's your thing, right? There's something going on. I mean, th-this whole entire story is probably gonna convince you that I'm loony-bin material, but... there's nobody else that I can talk to. Not Willow and... not Giles. Nobody. If they, if they found out, they'd freak on me or they'd do something, and... I need help. I just, I need to talk to someone. I'm so scared. It's this guy. H-h-he... He's come back.
Giles: This creature is especially brutal. I believe the phrase coined by the coroner when describing Mr. Platt was 'pureed'. But he did confirm that Platt was killed shortly before Buffy found him.
Faith: Which means that he was killed during the day.
Willow: Yes! ...Sorry. I got... I've just been... it's horrible, horrible.
Buffy: It's okay, Will. We're all glad Oz is off the hook.
Giles: Our task now is to determine what sort of killer we are dealing with. Clearly, we're looking for a depraved, sadistic animal.
Oz: Present. Hey, I may be a cold-blooded jelly doughnut, but my timing is impeccable.
Willow: But you aren't! I-i-it's-it's a kill-in-the-day monster! A hundred percent for sure.
Buffy: It's tricky, covering a fresh shiner like that. You know what works?
Buffy: Don't get hit. What's going on, Debbie? I'll bet the farm you know.
Debbie: You're wrong. I don't know anything.
Buffy: Normally, I'd say, you wanna play 'I have a secret'? Fine. But people are dying here.
Debbie: It... it's not his fault. I mean, he's not himself when he gets like this.
Buffy: You mean Pete.
Debbie: It's me. I make him crazy. He-he just does what he does because he loves me too much.
Willow: But weren't Mr. Platt and Jeff murdered by an animal?
Buffy: Pete's not like other guys, is he, Debbie?
Buffy: You have to talk to us. We can't help you until you do.
Debbie: I didn't ask for your help!
Willow: Well, when are you going to? I mean, if Pete kills you, it'll pretty much be too late.
Willow: I think we broke her.
Debbie: He does love me. He does love me.
Buffy: I think she was broken before this.
Buffy: Oh! Sorry!
Giles: Oh, right. Bloody priceless.
Willow: It's all over school, what happened with Debbie and Pete. Except for the Pete-was-a-monster part.
Oz: Yeah. A freshman told me that Pete had eight iced cafe' mochas and just lost it.
Buffy: That's better than the estrogen theory. I heard he took all of his mother's birth control pills.
Cordelia: He didn't? Pete was a monster? Where have I been?
Xander: In your special place, Cor, which is why I adore you.
Cordelia: So, what's the true story? What happened?
Willow: Well, we got ahold of, uh, Pete's lab books and stuff, and Mr. Science was doing a Jekyll/Hyde deal. He was afraid Debbie was gonna leave him, so he mixed this potion to become super mas macho.
Buffy: The only thing was, after a while, he didn't need the potion to turn into a bad guy. He did it just fine on his own.
Cordelia: So it was like a real killing. He wasn't under the influence of anything?
Buffy: Just himself. Uh... I'll see you guys later.
Cordelia: Great. Now I'm gonna be stuck with serious thoughts all day.
Buffy: I don't know what to say that's not gonna sound stupid or obvious.
Scott: I've been friends with them both since before we started school.
Buffy: Is there anything I can do?
Scott: Thanks. I'm gonna be okay. It's just that you never really know what's going on inside somebody. Do you? I mean, you think... if you care about them... But you never really do.
Buffy: 'Night came on, and a full moon rose high over the trees lighting the land till it lay bathed in ghostly day. And the strain of the primitive remained alive and active. Faithfulness and devotion, things born of fire and roof were his... yet he retained his wildness and wiliness. And from the depths of the forest, a call still sounded.'