Empty Places Quotes
Empty Places Quotes
Clem: Can you believe this mishegaas?
Buffy: Yeah. You'd think these people had never seen an apocalypse before. What about you? Just going for a quick spin to 7-Eleven... in Nebraska?
Clem: It's getting bad here. Really bad. Hellmouth acting up again, people feeling it, getting crazier. You can't swing a cat without hitting some kind of demonic activity. Not that I swing cats, or eat—nope. Heh. Cuttin' way back. Cholesterol—morals. I mean, morals.
Clem: We've seen some bad stuff in this town before but, you know, this time, it's like it just seems different, more powerful. I don't think anyone's gonna be able to stop it. I mean, I'm sure you'll do fine. Complete confidence in you. Heh. Uh, if anyone can do it, you can, because you... rock! If you save the world, I'll come back, we'll have drinks. When. When, I mean. When you save the world. It's gonna be great with all the... rocking. Maybe... maybe you should just get out of town this time.
Buffy: Yeah. I probably should.
Clem: You take care of yourself, OK?
Buffy: And that you should expect to see some bruising when you remove the bandages. Bruising around the— area. The, uh, bone structure and musculature was hit pretty hard.
Buffy: Um, also they said that the—the meds may cause you some stomach discomfort, so we're gonna have to be careful with your diet.
Xander: I can't taste anything right now anyway. I keep waiting for my other senses to improve 50%. Yeah, they should kick in any day now.
Willow: Oh. I thought we were gonna... There were gonna be card games.
Buffy: Oh, no, I just— I should really get back. I want to get everyone started on this. I think we're really close to something.
Xander: It's OK. It's gotta be done. And I might see you tonight, without depth perception, of course, but... still.
Xander: I might need a parrot.
Xander: Well, to go with the eye patch, to really complete the look. I think I still have that costume from Halloween.
Willow: Yeah, and don't underestimate the impact of a peg leg. Maybe the hospital can hook you up with a nice one. Maybe they have a 2-body-parts for the price of one kind of deal.
Xander: Oh, you know what the best part is? No one will ever make me watch jaws 3-D again.
Willow: Yeah, and, you'll never have to...
Xander: Oh, Willow... please don't.
Anya: OK... I know you're all upset... and I, myself, would much rather be sitting at the bedside of my one-eyed ex-fiance than killing time here with you people in this over-crowded and might I add increasingly ripe-smelling basement. And I would be, too, if not for a certain awkward discussion he and I recently had right over there on that cot immediately following some exciting and unexpected breakup sex. But... I need to give him some space... so I'm doing what I can do, contributing any way I can... and so will all of you. You still need to know this information. We can't stop just because something else is trying to kill you, too.
Kennedy: You got enough to share?
Faith: Trade ya for a carton of cigarettes and some soap. Sorry. Habit. Shouldn't you be down at Hogwarts?
Faith: All right. Playin' hooky. Score one for the boarding school brat. Anya's technique's probably a little different than what you're used to.
Amanda: Do you think there are gonna be questions about her sex life on the test? 'Cause I really hope I don't have to study all that.
Faith: Yeah. Whenever she starts talking about getting all sweaty with Xander like that I just remind her I had him first. Shuts her right the hell up.
Dawn: Hey, Buffy... How was Xander's mood, you know, exactly? And did you get a chance to talk to the doctor about the meds? Because it seemed like—
Faith: Hey, pipsqueak, why don't you go get some of the stuff you've already gotten from Giles?
Dawn: Or, um, we can talk about this later, maybe.
Buffy: Try to find anything that looks like Caleb, his church, his ring...
Kennedy: His ability to render a slayer useless in just one punch. I didn't— that was stupid. I don't know why I said that.
Buffy: Uh, it's OK. Um...you know, I—I have to go to the school to pick up the rest of my stuff.
Kennedy: I really didn't mean—
Buffy: It's fine. Really, it's fine. Don't worry about it.
Buffy: Get out of here.
Caleb: Now, now, little girl. Manners. I do imagine that firebrand tongue of yours has inflamed many a man, weak as they are. This here's a, uh... public school, ain't it? Kinda deserted. Only just, I suppose. Folks work so hard at keepin' the Lord out, and look what happens in return. He abandons you. Not that He could do you much good now, anyway— Ah, ah, ah. Wouldn't do that were I you, swee'pea. Fightin' back didn't do you much good last time, did it? And how is poor, sweet Xander? Let him know he's in my prayers, and any time he's willin', I'm ready to... finish the job.
Buffy: Go near Xander again, and I will end you.
Caleb: Mind your manners. I do believe I did warn you once. You're angry... frustrated, scared. I like that in a girl. You really should relax a little. Look at where you are. History's gonna look back at you, at me, at this place, and they're gonna see the glory. Great things are happenin' now, right here. This school, the seal... it's all gonna be a part of the great sweepin' tide of change, and you're gonna be a part of it. Now, why would you wanna miss that? More importantly, why would you want to get in its way?
Buffy: I guess I'm just ornery.
Kennedy: What kind of band plays during an apocalypse?
Dawn: I think this band might actually be one of the signs.
Giles: Buffy. Are you hurt?
Buffy: Oh... Caleb came back looking for seconds.
Giles: My God, is h-he—
Buffy: Still able to make me see cartoon birdies all around my head? You betcha. The short lack of consciousness was nice. I feel rested.
Giles: I, um... I sent Spike to look into it.
Buffy: Spike? Is this a mission from which you intend Spike to return alive?
Giles: Yes. I sent Andrew with him.
Buffy: Again I ask the question.
Giles: Buffy, you weren't here. Decisions have to be made in your absence.
Buffy: Yeah, well, those are the ones that have been scaring me.
Giles: I did what I thought was right.
Buffy: You sent away the one person that's been watching my back—again.
Giles: We're all watching your back.
Buffy: Funny... that's not really what it feels like.
Caleb: You know what I figured out tonight? Every high school in this country, from one end to the other, smells exactly alike. Now, why do you suppose that is?
Buffy/First: And how was our best girl?
Caleb: They always think they should put up a fight.
Buffy/First: Did you lay the proper groundwork?
Caleb: That I did. Reckon she got the message, even if she doesn't know it yet. So now the big strong slayer goes back to those girls... she's just so ready to walk them right into it. And all we have to do is give her that one final gentle nudge.
Amanda: This is so cool. Buffy would never let us do this. You are so cool. This woman is so cool!
Faith: Hey, hey, how old are you?
Faith: Yeah, we're gonna get you a real nice 7-up, OK?
Andrew: You sure you don't wanna stop and pick up some burgers or something, you know, road trip food?
Spike: It's not a road trip. It's a covert operation.
Andrew: Right. Right. Gotcha. I—I bet even covert operatives eat curly fries. They're really good.
Spike: Not as good as those onion blossom things.
Andrew: Ooh, I love those.
Spike: Yeah, me, too.
Andrew: It's an onion... and it's a flower. I—I don't understand how such a thing is possible.
Spike: See, the genius of it is you soak it in ice water for an hour so it holds its shape. Then you deep-fry it root-side up for about 5 minutes.
Spike: Yeah. Tell anyone we had this conversation, I'll bite you.
Robin: Looks like someone banged you up pretty well.
Faith: Yeah. Cops. Mostly.
Faith: Yeah. This one's from someone who just thinks she's a cop. It's my favorite of all my current bruises.
Robin: So someone who thinks she's a cop, huh? You gonna have to, like...ice her now or something like that?
Faith: I'm not gonna kill her. Wanted to, but didn't. By the way, bully for me since no one else said it.
Robin: For what? For not killing Buffy?
Faith: It's this new thing I'm tryin'.
Robin: She told me about you.
Faith: Believe every word.
Robin: So what changed? I mean... why didn't you fight back?
Faith: Other things matter more.
Robin: I think you're worried about her.
Faith: I think you need to brush up on your Buffy and Faith history.
Robin: All right, if you say so. But I read people pretty well. It's a thing I do.
Faith: You, uh, live around here, right?
Robin: Uh, no, not exact— Well, it's the center of town, really.
Faith: This town, walking anywhere after dark is like an extreme sport. Someone who didn't know you very well might think you were out lookin' for a fight or something. Maybe you got bigger issues than what's wrong with B. I read people, too.
Buffy: Welcome home, Xander. I wanted you to be here for this. I think you'll be interested in what I found out.
Willow: W-what did you find out?
Buffy: I-it's about the cellar. Look, I know that night wasn't fun for any of us... but I figured out some things about that place, and I realize now what we have to do. We're going back in.
Spike: Hey! Are you part of Caleb's faction?
Monk: No! No!
Spike: Then tell me what happened.
Monk: I c-can't.
Andrew: "Can't" is a 4-letter word! I'm Andrew. I'll be your bad cop this evening. You don't start singing, my associate here—
Spike: We're trying to fight him. Caleb. We need your help.
Monk: You can't fight him. You can't stop him. You can only run.
Andrew: "Run" is a 4-letter wor— A 3-letter word.
Monk: Behind this, he revealed something even we didn't know was here. A secret room. He was excited, talking the whole time... destiny, that sort of thing.
Spike: Yeah. We hear he's a real smooth talker.
Monk: He was going on about this ancient inscription.
Monk: He read it... and he didn't like what it said. His temper... He was the purest evil I've ever seen. He burned his mark upon me. And then I ran and I hid... and I listened to the others die.
Andrew: Running away...saved your life. What does it say?
Spike: "It is not for thee. It is for her alone to wield."
Buffy: Look, I know what you're thinking, but I had a visit at the school today from Caleb.
Dawn: Buffy, why didn't you—
Buffy: I'm fine. I mean, it wasn't fun, but I'm fine. I'm better than fine. I—I figured something out. He kept making all this noise about the school.
Robin: Is it that seal again?
Willow: Do we need to try shutting it again?
Buffy: No, that's just it. We've spent all this time worrying about the seal and the hellmouth. Why isn't Caleb guarding them? Why doesn't he have someone there protecting it? Why is he camped out at the vineyard? The bad guys always go where the power is. So if the seal was so important to Caleb and the First, they would be there right now. They're protecting the vineyard or something at the vineyard. I say it's their power, and I say it's time we go in and take it away from them.
Faith: Or, in the alternative, how 'bout...we don't? I mean, it's a neat theory, B, but I'm not going back in that place, not without proof, and neither should you and neither should they.
Buffy: I—I don't understand this. For 7 years, I've kept us safe by doing this— exactly this, making the hard decisions. And now, what— suddenly you're all acting like you can't trust me?
Giles: Didn't you say to me today you can't trust us? Maybe there's something there that should be addressed.
Buffy: Look, I wish this could be a democracy. I really do. Democracies don't win battles. It's a hard truth, but there has to be a single voice. You need someone to issue orders and be reckless sometimes and not take your feelings into account. You need someone to lead you.
Buffy: I've gotten us this far.
Xander: But not without a price.
Xander: I'm trying to see your point here, Buff... but I guess it must be a little bit to my left... 'cause I just don't.
Buffy: I can't watch you just throw away everything that— I know I'm right about this. I just need a little— I can't stay here and watch her lead you into some disaster.
Dawn: Then you can't stay here. Buffy, I love you, but you were right. We have to be together on this. You can't be a part of it. So I need you to leave. I'm sorry, but this is my house, too.
Rona: Ding dong, the witch is dead.
Dawn: Shut your mouth.
Faith: Hey. Look, I swear I didn't want it to go this way—
Faith: I mean it, I—
Buffy: Don't... be afraid to lead them. Whether you wanted it or not, their lives are yours. It's only gonna get harder. Protect them, but lead them.