Blood Ties Quotes
Blood Ties Quotes
Willow: "This is exactly what you need. A 20th birthday party with, with, with presents, and funny hats, and, and those
candles that don't blow out... Those used to scare me."
Tara: "Me too."
Xander: "We're going up against a god. An actual mightier-than-thou god."
Willow: "Well, you know what they say, the bigger they are-"
Anya: "The faster they stomp you into nothing."
Giles: "That might pose some difficulty. From what the Council's been able to discover from
the book of Tarnis and, and, and other sources, Glory and two of her fellow hellgods ruled
over... one of the more seriously unpleasant demon dimensions."
Tara: "There's more than one?"
Anya: "Oh, there are thousands of demon dimensions. All different."
Giles: "All pushing on the edges of our reality, trying to find a way in."
Buffy: "I guess Glory found one. The question is, why?"
Giles: "There's nothing to indicate that here. Just... vague references to... chaos and destruction."
Giles: "Being in human form must be severely limiting her powers. All we have to worry about right now is she's immortal, invulnerable, and insane."
Xander: "A crazy hellgod? And the fun just keeps on leaving."
Giles: "From what I've been able to gather, her living in this world is... seriously affecting her
mental state as well. She's only being able to keep her mind intact by, uh, extracting energy
from us. Well, from, from the human brain."
Tara: "She, she, she's a brain-sucker?"
Giles: "She, um... 'absorbs the energies that bind the human mind into a cohesive whole.' Once drained, all that's left behind is, uh-"
Buffy: "Crazy people."
Giles: "Which is, I'm afraid, why there's been a marked increase in the ranks of the mentally unstable here in Sunnydale."
Tara: "At least vampires just kill you."
Tara: "How can she not be real?"
Willow: "She's real, she's just... kinda... new."
Dawn: "Hey. We on the case?"
Xander: "Yeah. Right on top, perched, ready for action. How's my sweet fancy Dawn doing?"
Dawn: "Fine. What's up with you? Did you get into the sugar again?"
Anya: "You make a very pretty little girl!"
Xander: "Anya, you wanna help me with that thing?"
Anya: "Xander needs help with his thing!"
Giles: "I'm not sure our regular workout is... challenging you any more. Perhaps we should
make it harder."
Buffy: "You always think harder is better. Maybe next time I patrol I should carry a load of
bricks, use a stake made of butter."
Giles: "Very amusing."
Buffy: "How was school today?"
Dawn: "Um, the usual. Big square building filled with boredom and despair."
Buffy: "Just how I remember it. So, what's the homework sitch?"
Dawn: "We have to imagine what we'll be like ten years from now and write a letter to our
future self. The teacher's clearly so out of ideas."
Dawn: "Like you'd tell me anyway. Dawn's too young and Dawn's too delicate."
Buffy: "Right. A young delicate pain in my butt."
Dawn: "I just think you're freakin' out 'cause you have to fight someone prettier than you.
That is the case, right?"
Buffy: "Glory is evil. And powerful. And in no way prettier than me."
Dawn: "I just think you're getting soft in your advanced age. She didn't look that tough to me."
Willow: "See, just what you needed."
Buffy: "You are very, very wise. Now gimme, gimme, gimme!"
Anya: "This is extremely suspenseful! I want the presents."
Buffy: "Ohh... it's beautiful. Thank you, guys."
Tara: "Well, we thought you'd get lots of crossbows, other killy stuff."
Willow: "Yeah, so we figured, less killy, more frilly."
Anya: "Gotta look. Oh, it's just so lovely! Oh, I wish it was mine! Oh, like you
weren't all thinking the same thing."
Giles: "I'm fairly certain I wasn't. I've got one just like it."
Dawn: "Here. Open mine."
Buffy: "It's not gonna explode, is it?"
Dawn: "It's when we visited Dad that summer in San Diego. Um, I put
the shells on it myself. We picked them off the beach."
Buffy: "I remember."
Dawn: "Well, geez, don't get all movie-of-the-week. I was just too cheap to buy a real present."
Buffy: "Thank you."
Dawn: "I'm not an idiot. I know you're talking about me."
Xander: "No, no, we really weren't."
Anya: "We were talking about sex."
Dawn: "They were talking about me, just like everybody is."
Xander: "Again, not so much. In fact, none."
Anya: "We were talking about sex. I mean, you know us, sometimes we like to pretend stuff-"
Anya: "You know, like, say there's a fireman, or a shepherd-"
Buffy: "You know what? Let's not have this exchange of images right now."
Dawn: "Oh. Right. Of course. Can't let Dawn hear anything. Fine. I'm just gonna go
to bed. That way I won't accidentally get exposed to, like, words."
Dawn: "Geez! Lurk much?"
Spike: "I wasn't lurking. I was standing about. It's a whole different vibe."
Dawn: "Are you giving Buffy a birthday present? Oh my god. Weird. And chocolates?
Lame. And the box is all bent, and, well, you know she'd never touch anything from you anyway."
Spike: "Shouldn't you be tucked away in your beddy-bye? All warm and safe where nothing can eat you?"
Dawn: "Is that supposed to scare me?"
Spike: "Little tremble wouldn't hurt."
Dawn: "Sorry, it's just... come on. I'm badder than you."
Spike: "Are not!"
Dawn: "Am too. You're standing in the bushes hugging a bent box of chocolates, and I'm-"
Spike: "What? Sneaking out to braid hair and watch Teletubbies with your mates?"
Dawn: "You wanna come steal some stuff?"
Spike: "Yeah, all right."
Spike: "Where did he learn to write so bloody small, from a fruit fly?"
Dawn: "'The key is not directly described in any known literature, but all research indicates
an energy matrix vibrating at a dimensional frequency beyond normal human perception. Only those
outside reality can see the key's true nature.' Outside reality. What's that mean?"
Spike: "Mm. Second-sight blokes, mostly. Or even just your run-of-the-mill lunatics. What else does it say about this key? Is it made out of gold? Maybe we can hock it,
split the take."
Dawn: "Um, 'The key is also susceptible to necromanced animal detection,
particularly those of canine or serpent construct.'"
Spike: "'The monks possessed the ability to transform energy, bend reality.'
Blah, blah, blah. Good lord, Giles writes as dull as he talks, doesn't he? 'They started work.
But the Council... has suggested... to us that they were interrupted. Presumably by... Glory.
They obviously did manage to accomplish the taste... accomplish the task. They had to be
certain the Slayer would protect it with her life. So they sent the key to her... in human form.
In the form of a sister.' Huh! I guess that's you, nibblet."
Willow: "Not even a card, huh?"
Buffy: "I wasn't really expecting one. No contact with civilians. There's probably a... code
name for it. You know, like radio silence, it's 'greeting card silence.'"
Buffy: "Maybe it's time to start a new tradition. Birthdays without boyfriends. It could be just
as much fun."
Willow: "Preaching to the choir here, baby."
Dawn: "This is blood, isn't it? It can't be me. I'm not a key. I'm not a thing."
Joyce: "Oh, sweetie, no. Wha-what is this all about?"
Dawn: "What am I? Am I real? Am I anything?"
Dawn: "How old am I now?"
Joyce: "You're fourteen, sweetheart, you know that."
Dawn: "No. The monks. When did... when did they..."
Buffy: "Six months ago."
Dawn: "I've only been alive for six months, huh?"
Joyce: "Honey, you've been alive a lot longer than that to us."
Dawn: "You don't know that! You don't know anything. I'm, I'm just a key, right? Everything
about me is made up."
Buffy: "Dawn... Mom and I know what we feel. I know I care about you. I know that
I worry about you-"
Dawn: "You worry about me because you have to. I'm your job. Protect the key, right?"
Buffy: "I worry because my sister is cutting herself!"
Buffy: "We need to find out everything we can about the key. What's it for, who created it."
Xander: "And why Glory has a big girl-god jones for it."
Buffy: "This isn't about her. It's about Dawn. She deserves to know where she came from.
She needs to know. Or it's just gonna eat away at her."
Giles: "How did she find these? How did she get in here?"
Anya: "Ew! Who's been using the urn of Ishtar as an ashtray?"
Buffy: "How could you let her find out like that? From books and papers? You hate me that much?"
Spike: "I was just along for the ride. Not like I knew she was mystical glowy key thing.
Nobody keeps me in the bloody loop, do they?"
Buffy: "You could have stopped her."
Spike: "Oh, yeah, here it comes. Something goes wrong in your life, blame Spike. News flash,
blondie. If kid sis wants to grab a midnight stroll, she'll find a way sooner or later. I just
thought she'd be safer with big bad looking over her shoulder."
Buffy: "She shouldn't have found out like that."
Spike: "You didn't think you could keep the truth from her forever, did you? Maybe
if you had been more honest with her in the first place, you wouldn't be trying to make
yourself feel better with a round of Kick The Spike."
Joyce: "Honey? You're gonna be late for school."
Dawn: "I'm not going. Blobs of energy don't need an education."
Joyce: "You want me to make you some soup? I think there's some chicken and stars..."
Dawn: "I'm not sick! I'm not anything."
Joyce: "Honey, calm down, okay..."
Dawn: "Don't tell me what to do. You're not my mother. I changed my mind. I'd rather
be at school."
Ben: "All right, fellas, today we've got blues, greens, and... oh, hey, chartreuse.
It's a party."
Jinx: "Yes, they've arrived. Unfortunate, but not completely unexpected."
Ben: "How many?"
Jinx: "Their numbers are few for the moment, but they will grow. The Knights of
Byzantium are like ants. First you see one, then two, then the picnic's ruined. No matter how
many we kill, they'll keep coming... wave after wave. It's time to set old animosities aside.
Your fate is directly linked to her magnificently-scented Glorificus. She's been extremely
forgiving of your considerable foibles up until now, but if you persist in your defiance,
she'll be forced to-"
Ben: "To what? What is she going to do? Send a six-pack of minions to bore me to death?
Glory can't lay a finger on me. You know it, I know it, she knows it. So save the threats, or I'll
finish the job I started on your head."
Buffy: "She probably feels like she can say or do anything right now. She's not real.
We're not her family, we don't even know what she is."
Joyce: "How can you talk about Dawn as if she's a thing?"
Buffy: "I'm not! I'm just... saying that's probably how she feels."
Joyce: "Well, then we have to show her that it isn't true. She needs to know that she's still a
part of this family and that we love her."
Buffy: "It's not that simple! We're not gonna be able to fix this with a hug and a kiss and a
bowl of soup! Dawn needs to know where she came from, she needs real answers."
Buffy: "She tore up her room... she burned all of her diaries."
Xander: "The Dawnmeister Chronicles?"
Willow: "She's been keeping those since... I mean..."
Buffy: "Since she was seven. I remember too, Will."
Xander: "There's so many things I remember. Seeing Dawn... hanging with her...
listening to Buffy complain about her. Mostly that last one. How could it be that all those
things never really happened?"
Giles: "Well, it takes some getting used to. The idea of a... bright fourteen-year-old
actually being living energy thousands of years old."
Xander: "I'm guessing some kind of super-powerful in her raw form."
Giles: "People have killed, died for it... summoned armies to control the key."
Xander: "You know, uh... she kinda has a crush on me."
Giles: "Your point being?"
Xander: "Well nothing, no, uh... just saying, powerful being... big energy gal digging
the Xan-man. Some guys are just cooler, you know?"
Buffy: "Dawn! Dawn!"
Spike: "Yeah, that should do it."
Buffy: "Shut up."
Spike: "The nibblet scampered off to get away from you. She hears you bellowing, she's
gonna pack it in the opposite direction. Can't say I blame her."
Buffy: "You were right. This is my fault. I should have told her."
Spike: "Look, she probably would have skipped off anyway, even if she never found
out. She's not just a blob of energy, she's also a fourteen-year-old hormone bomb.
Which one's screwing her up more right now, spin the bloody wheel. You'll find her,
just in the nick of time, that's what you hero types do."
Ben: "Two steaming cups of chocolate goodness courtesy of... whoever I swiped it from out
of the cupboard. Couldn't find any marshmallows. I'll try to steal some for next time."
Dawn: "Don't like 'em anyway."
Ben: "What? Is that even possible?"
Dawn: "Too squishy. When I was five, Buffy told me they were monkey brains, and I-"
Ben: "Dawn, was your mom brought back in? Is that why you're here?"
Dawn: "No. My mom's just fine."
Ben: "Is there anybody I can call? Your sister?"
Dawn: "I don't have a sister."
Ben: "Oh... you two have a fight? It's okay, I know how that goes. I got a sister too. They
can be a real pain sometimes."
Dawn: "I'm nothing! I'm just a thing the monks made so Glory couldn't find me. I'm not real."
Ben: "You're the key?"
Dawn: "How do you know about the key?"
Ben: "Go! Before she finds you. Don't ask me how she knows, 'cause she always knows. Just go."
Dawn: "Wait! Calm down, just tell me-"
Ben: "You don't understand, you're a kid. You stay, she'll find you. She finds you, she'll hurt you."
Dawn: "What's wrong with you?"
Ben: "You're what she's been searching for. I am telling you, run. You don't know, you -
Oh god. Oh god no, she's coming. I can feel it, you've gotta get out. No... oh no, she's here!"
Ben/Glory: "She's here!"
Glory: "Hey, don't I know you?"
Dawn: "You're-you're Ben..."
Glory: "Uh, it's an eensy more complicated than that. Family always is, isn't it?"
Glory: "Now. What I'm trying to noodle, is what in the world was the Slayer's little sis doing
here with gentle Ben?"
Dawn: "Y-you don't remember?"
Glory: "Remember what? You were talking to him, not me. Oh, he wasn't being naughty, was he?"
Glory: "Okay. Small talk over. I'm in a bit of a crunch here, so let's cut right to the
ooey gooey center. Your sister, the Slayer, has my key. It's mine, I want it. Do you know where
she squirreled it away? There's ice cream and puppydogs in it for you if you start singin'."
Dawn: "I'm not sure. What does it look like?"
Glory: "Well... the last time I caught a peep... it was a bright green swirly shimmer.
Really brought out the blue in my eyes. But then those sneaky little monks pulled an
abracadabra, so now it could look like anything. You see the predicament I'm in."
Dawn: "So this... key thing... it's been around for a long time?"
Glory: "Well, not as long as me, but... yeah. Just this side of forever."
Dawn: "Is it evil?"
Glory: "Totally! Well, no, not really. I guess it depends on your point of view."
Dawn: "What's it for? I mean... if it's a key, there's gotta be a lock, right?"
Glory: "Yes. We have a winner."
Dawn: "S-so what does it open?"
Glory: "I smell a fox in my hen house. Is that why you've been playing sugar and spice
with old Uncle Ben? Trying to get a peek at Glory's unmentionables?"
Dawn: "No, I-"
Glory: "Shh! I kinda wanna hear me talking right now. Me talking. You know what I'm
starting to think? I'm thinking... that maybe you... don't have any idea where my key is."
Buffy: "Get away from my sister."
Glory: "Hey, we were just talking about you."
Buffy: "Conversation's over, hell-bitch."
Spike: "I thought you said this skank was tough."
Glory: "He wakes up, tell your boyfriend to watch his mouth."
Buffy: "He is not my boyfriend."
Buffy: "Are you okay? Did she hurt you?"
Dawn: "Why do you care?"
Buffy: "Because I love you. You're my sister."
Dawn: "No I'm not."
Buffy: "Yes you are. Look, it's blood. It's Summers blood. It's just like mine. It
doesn't matter where you came from, or, or how you got here. You are my sister. There's no way
you could annoy me so much if you weren't."
Dawn: "Wait. Ben. He was here, he was trying to help me. He... I... I think he
might have left before Glory came... I can't, I can't remember."
Buffy: "It's okay. Don't worry about it. Next time we see him, we'll thank him. I have
to get you back home though. Mom's freaking out."
Dawn: "Oh. Is she mad about the whole fire thing?"
Buffy: "I think you sorta have a get-out-of-jail-free card on account of big love and trauma."
Dawn: "Really? Okay. Good. You think she'd raise my allowance?"
Buffy: "Don't push it."