Becoming Part 1 Quotes
Becoming Part 1 Quotes
Angelus: There's moments in your life that make you, that set the course of who you're gonna be. Sometimes they're little, subtle moments. Sometimes... they're not. I'll show you what I mean.
Angel: Oh... But you're a pretty thing. Where are you from?
Darla: Around. Everywhere.
Angel: I never been anywhere myself. Always wanted to see the world, but...
Darla: I could show you.
Angel: Could you, then?
Darla: Things you've never seen, never even heard of.
Angel: Sounds exciting.
Darla: It is. And frightening.
Angel: I'm not afraid. Show me. Show me your world.
Darla: Close your eyes.
Xander: I'm good. Don't worry about me.
Buffy: You know, you don't have to patrol with me.
Xander: I had that guy under control until he resorted to fisticuffs. Oh! What is that, um... five vampires in three nights?
Buffy: Yep. But no Angel.
Xander: Are you, uh, really that anxious to come up against him?
Buffy: I want it over with.
Xander: I hear that.
Buffy: Oh, we better go. I haven't even started studying for finals yet.
Xander: Oh, yeah, finals! Why didn't you let me die?
Xander: Tell Angel I'm gonna kill him! No, wait. I'm gonna kill you! Die! Die! Die! Aah! Mother!
Cordelia: Is that it?
Xander: Yeah. That's it. Scene!
Buffy: That's exactly how it happened.
Oz: Well, I thought it was riveting. Uh, I was a little unclear about some of the themes.
Buffy: The theme is Angel's too much of a coward to take me on face-to-face.
Xander: And the other theme was 'Buy American', but it, uh, got kind of buried.
Willow: Do you think you're ready to fight Angel?
Buffy: I wish people would stop asking me that. Yes, I'm ready. I'm also willing and able. Just the one test I might actually pass.
Willow: Don't say that! You're gonna pass everything. I will get you through this semester if I have to sweat blood.
Xander: Do you think you're likely to? 'Cause I'd like to be elsewhere.
Willow: It was only metaphor blood.
Oz: I think you'd sweat cute blood.
Cordelia: Boy, Willow, you've really got the teaching bug: taking over computer class, tutoring...
Willow: I love it. I really do.
Cordelia: I think it's great to do that before you go out and fail in the real world. That way you're not falling back on something. You're falling... well, forward.
Xander: And almost sixty-five percent of that was actual compliment. Is that a personal best?
Cordelia: Gee, Xander, what are you gonna teach when you fail in life? Advanced loser-being?
Xander: I will teach... zee Language of Love!
Cordelia: Don't touch me! You have fish hands!
Snyder: That's enough of that. And you! Are we having a chair shortage?
Willow: I didn't read anything about... Oh. I get it.
Snyder: These public displays of affection are not acceptable in my school. This isn't an orgy, people. It's a classroom.
Buffy: Yeah! Where they teach lunch.
Snyder: Just give me a reason to kick you out, Summers. Just give me a reason.
Cordelia: How about because you're a tiny, impotent Nazi with a bug up his butt the size of an emu?
Buffy: Sums it up.
Cordelia: Don't you think?
Drusilla: Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been two days since my last confession. Father?
Angelus: That's not very long.
Drusilla: Oh, Father, I'm so afraid.
Angelus: The Lord is very forgiving. Tell me your sins.
Drusilla: I had... I've been seeing again, Father. Yesterday, the men were going to work in the mine. I had... a terrible fright. My stomach all tied up, and I saw this horrible... crash. My mummy said to keep my peace, it didn't mean nothing. But this morning... they had a cave-in. Two men died.
Angelus: Go on.
Drusilla: Me mum says... I'm cursed. My seeing things is an affront to the Lord, that only he's supposed to see anything before it happens. But I don't mean to, Father, I swear! I swear! I try to be pure in his sight. I don't want to be an evil thing.
Angelus: Oh, hush, child. The Lord has a plan for all creatures. Even a Devil child like you.
Drusilla: A Devil?
Angelus: Yes! You're a spawn of Satan. All the Hail Marys in the world aren't going to help. The Lord will use you and smite you down. He's like that.
Drusilla: What can I do?
Angelus: Fulfill his plan, child. Be evil. Just give in.
Drusilla: No! I want to be good. I want to be pure.
Angelus: We all do, at first. The world doesn't work that way.
Drusilla: Father... I beg you... Please... Please, help me.
Angelus: Very well. Ten Our Fathers and an Act of Contrition. Does that sound good?
Drusilla: Yes. Yes, Father. Thank you.
Angelus: The pleasure was mine. And my child...
Angelus: God is watching you.
Angelus: What did the Moon tell you? Did you have a vision? Is something coming?
Drusilla: Oh, yeah. Something terrible. Psst, psst, psst, psst, psst, psst...
Drusilla: At the museum. A tomb... with a surprise inside.
Angelus: You can see all that in your head?
Spike: No, you ninny. She read it in the morning paper.
Buffy: Waah! This doesn't make any sense.
Willow: Well, sure it does. See... Oh, no, this doesn't make any sense.
Buffy: It's senseless.
Willow: It is, but at least you know that, so you're learning.
Buffy: Yay me. Well, it doesn't matter anyway. I mean, when in the real world am I ever gonna need chemistry or history or math or the English language?
Gypsy Man: It hurts, yes? Good. It will hurt more.
Angel: Where am I?
Gypsy Man: You don't remember... everything you've done for a hundred years. In a moment, you will. The face of everyone you killed... our daughter's face... they will haunt you, and you will know what true suffering is.
Angel: Killed? I, I don't... No... No... No... No...
Giles: What are you saying?
Buffy: The curse. This is it.
Willow: Looks like Ms. Calendar was trying to replicate the original curse. To restore Angel's soul again.
Giles: She said it couldn't be done.
Buffy: Well, she tried anyway. And it looks like it might have worked.
Xander: So he killed her... before she could tell anyone about it. What a prince, huh?
Cordelia: This is good, right? I mean, we can curse him again.
Willow: Well, I've been going through her files and, and researching the black arts, for fun, or educational fun, and I may be able to work this.
Giles: W-Willow... channeling... such potent magicks through yourself, it could open a door that you may not be able to close.
Buffy: I don't want you putting yourself in any danger, Will.
Willow: And I don't want danger. Big 'no' to danger, but I may be the best person to do this.
Xander: Hi! For those of you who have just tuned in, everyone here is a crazy person. So this spell might restore Angel's humanity? Well, here's an interesting angle. Who cares?
Buffy: I care.
Xander: Is that right.
Giles: Let's not lose our perspective here, Xander.
Xander: I'm Perspective Guy. Angel's a killer.
Buffy: It's not that simple.
Xander: What? All is forgiven? I can't believe you people!
Cordelia: Xander has a point.
Xander: You know, just for once, I wish you'd support me, and I realize right now that you were, and I'm embarrassed, so I'm gonna get back to the point, which is that Angel needs to die.
Giles: Curing Angel seems to have been Jenny's last wish.
Xander: Yeah? Well, Jenny's dead.
Giles: Don't you ever speak of her in that tone again!
Xander: Can't you hear what I'm saying?
Buffy: Stop it! Stop it!
Willow: What do you wanna do?
Buffy: I-I don't know. What happened to Angel wasn't his fault.
Xander: Yeah, but what happened to Ms. Calendar is. You can paint this any way you want. But the way I see it is that you wanna forget all about Ms. Calendar's murder so you can get your boyfriend back.
Buffy: Well, I'll do a couple of sweeps, and then I'll stop by. Yeah, Xander was pretty much being a... Willow! Where did you learn that word? My God. You kiss your mother with that mouth?
Buffy: You know, polite people call before they jump out of the bushes and attack you.
Kendra: Just wanted to test your reflexes.
Buffy: How about testing my face-punching? 'Cause I think you'll find it's improved.
Kendra: I was on my way to your house. Saw you walking. Couldn't help meself.
Buffy: Which begs the question, and don't think I'm not glad to see you, but, why are you here? Oh, wait. No, let me guess. Your watcher informed you dat a very dark power is about to rise in Sunnydale.
Kendra: Dat's about it.
Spike: It's a big rock. I can't wait to tell my friends. They don't have a rock this big.
Angelus: Spike, boy, you never did learn your history.
Spike: Let's have a lesson, then.
Angelus: Acathla the demon came forth to swallow the world. He was killed by a virtuous knight who pierced the demon's heart before he could draw a breath to perform the act. Acathla turned to stone, as demons sometimes do, and was buried where neither man nor demon would want to look. Unless of course they're putting up low-rent housing.
Spike: Let me guess. Someone pulls out the sword...
Angelus: Someone worthy...
Spike: Mm. The demon wakes up, and wackiness ensues.
Drusilla: He will swallow the world.
Angelus: And every creature living on this planet will go to Hell. My friends... we're about to make history... end.
Giles: I've been on the phone to the museum. The artifact in question is missing, and the curator has been murdered. Vampires.
Buffy: And you're sure this was the tomb of Alfalfa?
Giles: Acathla. And yes, the information provided by Kendra's Watcher seems conclusive.
Willow: Okay, somebody explain the whole 'he will suck the world into Hell' thing, because that's the part I'm not loving.
Giles: Well, the, uh, the Demon Universe exists in a dimension separate from our own. With one breath, Acathla will create a vortex, a-a kind of, um... whirlpool that will pull everything on Earth into that dimension, where any non-demon life will suffer horrible and... eternal torment.
Buffy: So that would be the literal kind of 'sucked into Hell'. Neat.
Kendra: I tend to side with your friend Xander on this one. Angel should be eliminated.
Buffy: Oh, I'll fight him. I'll kill him if I have to. But if I don't get there in time, or if I lose, then Willow might be our only hope.
Willow: I don't wanna be our only hope! Uh, I crumble under pressure! Let's have another hope.
Kendra: We have. Blessed by the knight who first slew the demon. If all else fails, this might stop it. I tink.
Giles: Well, l-let's, uh, hope all else doesn't fail. Um, how close are you to f-figuring out the ritual of the curse?
Willow: I need about a day, and... an 'Orb of Thesulah'? Whatever that is.
Giles: Spirit vault for rituals of the undead. I've got one. I-I've been using it as a... paperweight.
Willow: This means I can't help you study for tomorrow's final.
Buffy: Ah, I'll wing it. Of course, if we go to Hell by then, I won't have to take 'em. Or maybe I'll be taking them forever.
Whistler: God, are you disgusting. This is really an unforgettable smell. This is the stench of death you're giving off here. And the look says, uh... Crazy Homeless Guy. It's not good.
Angel: Get away from me.
Whistler: What are you gonna do, bite me? Horrors! A vampire! Ah, but you wouldn't bite me on account of your poor, tortured soul. It's so sad, a vampire with a soul. It's so poignant.
Angel: I wanna know who you are.
Whistler: And I wanna know who you are.
Angel: You already do.
Whistler: Not yet. But I'm looking to find out. 'Cause you could go either way here.
Angel: I don't understand you.
Whistler: Nobody understands me. That's my curse.
Angel: You're not a vampire.
Whistler: A demon... technically. I mean, I'm not a bad guy. Not all demons are dedicated to the destruction of all life.
Angel: Whadaya mean, I can go either way?
Whistler: I mean that you can become an even more useless rodent than you already are, or you can become someone. A person. Someone to be counted.
Angel: I just wanna be left alone.
Whistler: Well, yeah, you've been left alone for, what, ninety years already. And what a package you are. The Stink Guy!
Angel: What do you want from me?
Whistler: I want you to see something.
Buffy: So I'm like, 'Dad, do you want me to go to the dance in an outfit I've already worn? Why do you hate me?'
Girl #1: Is Tyler taking you?
Buffy: Where were you when I got over Tyler? He's of the past. Tyler would have to crawl on his hands and knees to get me to go to the dance with him. Which, actually, he's supposed to do after practice, so I'm gonna wait.
Watcher: Buffy Summers?
Buffy: Yeah? Hi! What?
Watcher: I need to speak with you.
Buffy: You're not from Bullock's, are you? 'Cause I-I meant to pay for that lipstick.
Watcher: There isn't much time. You must come with me. Your destiny awaits.
Buffy: I don't have a destiny. I'm destiny-free, really.
Watcher: Yes, you have. You are the Chosen One. You alone can stop them.
Watcher: The vampires.
Whistler: She's gonna have it tough, that Slayer. She's just a kid. The world's full of big, bad things.
Angel: I wanna help her. I want... I wanna become someone.
Whistler: God, jeez, look at you. She must be prettier than the last Slayer. This isn't gonna be easy. The more you live in this world, the more you see how apart from it you really are. And this is dangerous work. Right now, you couldn't go three rounds with a fruit fly!
Angel: I wanna learn from you.
Angel: But I don't wanna dress like you.
Whistler: Again, you're annoying me. You're lucky we need you on our side.
Kendra: In case de curse does not succeed, dis is my lucky stake. I have killed many vampires wit it. I call it Mr. Pointy.
Buffy: You named your stake?
Buffy: Remind me to get you a stuffed animal.
Angelus: Hello, lover. I wasn't sure you'd come.
Buffy: After your immolation-o-gram? Come on, I had to show. Shouldn't you be out destroying the world right now, pulling the sword out of Al Franken or whatever his name is?
Angelus: There's time enough. I wanted to say goodbye first. You are the one thing in this dimension I will miss.
Buffy: This is a beautiful moment we're having. Can we please fight?
Angelus: I didn't come here to fight.
Angelus: Gosh, I was hoping we could get back together. What do you think? Do we have a shot? Alright. We'll fight.
Angelus: Jeez, is it me, or is your heart not in this? Maybe I'll just go home, destroy the world.
Buffy: Well, I think Mr. Pointy'll have something to say about that. Come on. Let's finish this. You and me.
Angelus: Y-you never learn, do you? This wasn't about you. This was never about you. And you fall for it every single time!
Whistler: Bottom line is, even if you see 'em coming, you're not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does. So what are we, helpless? Puppets? No. The big moments are gonna come. You can't help that. It's what you do afterwards that counts. That's when you find out who you are. You'll see what I mean.