Get it Done Quotes
Get it Done Quotes
Anya: I mean, it's like we live in slayer central. I swear, if Buffy rooms or boards one more of the potential girls, I'm gonna call a—I'm gonna call a health inspector.
Spike: I like my plan better. Get up, get out, get drunk. Repeat as needed. It's just more elegant.
Anya: Of course, once you're down there, I could join you. Kidding. I like my sex on top of the table.
Spike: Would you let it go? You're like a dog with a bone!
Anya: So what?
Spike: It's my bone. Just drop it.
Anya: OK. OK. I wasn't proposing. Time goes by, girl gets hungry. You should know.
Spike: Oh, thank God.
Buffy: The hellmouth has begun its semi-annual percolation. Usually, it blows around May.
Principal Wood: Was it like this before? I mean, it just seems to me as if things are getting bad faster than we thought.
Buffy: We're a little ahead of schedule.
Principal Wood: I can't say I'm too surprised. I knew I signed on for something, but, Buffy, I'm just a guy. Granted, a cool and sexy vampire-fighting guy, but still.
Buffy: Don't forget "snappy dresser."
Buffy: What is it?
Principal Wood: An emergency kit. This bag belonged to my mother.
Buffy: A slayer keepsake. I-I couldn't.
Principal Wood: Well, you have to. Technically, it should have been passed down directly to you through the years, but after my mother died... I guess I just couldn't part with it.
Principal Wood: I don't know what's inside, exactly, but I know it has something to do with her power. Well, your power now.
Buffy: I-I don't know what to say.
Principal Wood: Try saying, "Thank you, Principal Wood."
Buffy: Thank you, Principal Wood.
Principal Wood: Ah, call me Robin.
Buffy: So, all the potential slayers—who seem to keep popping up from, like, every corner of the earth— were getting killed.
Principal Wood: By the First.
Buffy: Agents of. We thought the Council could protect them, but, unfortunately, no one was protecting the Council, and all their watchers were killed. Word got out, and they've all been coming here since.
Principal Wood: Well, there's nothing like the end of the world to bring people together.
Andrew: Where the hell have you been? This funnel cake is kicking my ass.
Principal Wood: Yeah, I hear they're tricky.
Buffy: Robin Wood, this is... Andrew.
Principal Wood: It's a pleasure.
Buffy: Andrew is our— actually, he's our hostage.
Andrew: I like to think of myself more as a "guestage."
Principal Wood: So, you—you hold him here against his will?
Buffy: Well, he was evil, and people got killed, and now he... bakes. It's a thing.
Principal Wood: Oh.
Andrew: Could we try to just keep our secret headquarters a little bit secret? Keep bringing people in, they're gonna see everything. They'll see the big board.
Buffy: Andrew, we don't have a big board.
Andrew: I, uh, made it myself.
Principal Wood: Oh, I wouldn't have guessed.
Andrew: Uh, this is us. And this represents the First in various incarnations. And, uh, there's no pattern to the naked eye yet, but the instant one emerges, yours truly is on it. Where do we put our receipts?
Kennedy: So, what do you think? My girls ready to kick some ass, or what?
Principal Wood: Looking strong.
Principal Wood: Well, I'm just not sure the First has an ass that you can actually, you know, kick.
Buffy: You're right, it's not enough.
Principal Wood: That's not what I said, Buffy. It's an impressive group of recruits.
Buffy: They're not recruits. Recruits are... recruited. These girls were chosen.
Principal Wood: You're doing the best you can with what you've got.
Buffy: They're not all gonna make it. Some will die, and nothing I can do will stop that.
Willow: Oh, hi. Hey. Well, Buffy, I—I see that our preparation for the school-pep-dance-cheer-drill contest are coming along. Bring it on!
Buffy: It's OK, I filled him in on everything.
Willow: Oh, thank God! If I had to explain all these weapons, I had nothing.
Principal Wood: She really almost destroyed the world?
Principal Wood: Remind me not to make her crabby.
Buffy: It might be better if you did.
Principal Wood: How's that work?
Buffy: Oh, I don't know. It's just—the First is coming, and then look at us: the army. We've got a bunch of fighters with nothing to hit, a Wicca who won't-a, and the brains of our operation wears oven mitts.
Principal Wood: Hm. Well, you're redefining the job, Buffy, and that takes guts.
Spike: And just what brings our good principal to this neck of the gloom?
Buffy: I'm showing him our operation. Us.
Spike: Fine by me. Big fight against evil coming up. The more good guys we've got, the longer we'll all live.
Principal Wood: Is that what you are? A good guy?
Spike: I haven't heard any complaints. Well, I have heard a few complaints over the years, but then I just killed whoever spoke up, and that was pretty much that.
Buffy: He's joking.
Principal Wood: No, he's not.
Spike: Not much to tell. I've changed.
Principal Wood: Oh, now that you have a soul.
Spike: Yeah. That was a big deal. Very... private. What, are you just telling everyone now?
Principal Wood: Oh, come on, Spike. Don't blame Buffy. I asked.
Spike: Right, the educator. Yeah, I went to great lengths. Lots of trouble, and now I'm unique. Well, more or less. Got myself a soul, whatever that means.
Dawn: So, I took a look inside that emergency bag of Principal Wood's.
Dawn: Smelled weird. Kinda like Grandma's closet, but worse.
Buffy: I didn't know what was possible. Anything we could use?
Dawn: Trinkets, weapons, one very large textbook. Translation's gonna be a bitch, but... Do you know that ancient Sumerians do not speak English?
Buffy: They're worse than the French.
Buffy: Don't you have any real homework?
Dawn: Oh, you mean, like, schoolwork?
Dawn: Well, I've got a system. It's called flunking out. No, just kidding. I'm paying someone to do my work. I'm kidding. I love to see your eyeballs change color when you think I'm gonna flunk out...
Buffy: Don't listen to it, any of you. It's the First.
Chloe/The First: Oh, let 'em. The only reason why Chloe offed herself is 'cause she knew what you're not getting. I'm coming, you're going. All this—it's almost over.
Buffy: We'll be here.
Chloe/The First: All of you? But wait. I thought— They're not all gonna make it. Some will die, and there's nothing I can do that will stop it. Hey, I didn't say it. But I'll be seeing all of you. One by one. TTFN.
Buffy: What's TTFN?
Rona: It's "ta ta for now." It's what Tigger says when he leaves.
Amanda: Chloe loved Winnie the Pooh.
Buffy: Dawn, where's that knife?
Buffy: Anyone want to say a few words about Chloe? Let me. Chloe was an idiot. Chloe was stupid. She was weak. And anyone in a rush to be the next dead body I bury, it's easy. Just... think of Chloe, and do what she did. And I'll find room for you next to her and Annabelle. I'm the slayer. The one with the power. And the First has me using that power to dig our graves. I've been carrying you — all of you — too far, too long. Ride's over.
Kennedy: You're out of line!
Willow: No, she's not.
Kennedy: You're gonna let her talk to you like that? Willow, she's not even the most powerful one in this room. With you here, she's not close.
Buffy: You're new here, and you're wrong. Because I use the power that I have. The rest of you are just waiting for me.
Buffy: The First isn't impressed. It already knows us. It knows what we can do, and it's laughing. You want to surprise the enemy? Surprise yourselves. Force yourself to do what can't be done, or else we are not an army—we're just a bunch of girls waiting to be picked off and buried. Where are you going?
Spike: Out. Since I'm neither a girl, nor waiting. All this speechifying doesn't really apply to me, does it?
Buffy: Fine. Take a cell phone. That way, if I need someone to get weepy or whaled on, I can call you.
Spike: If you've got something to say—
Buffy: Just said it. You keep holding back, you might as well walk out that door.
Spike: Holding back? You're blind. I've been here, right in it—fighting, scrapping...
Buffy: Since you got your soul back?
Spike: Well, as a matter of fact, I haven't quite been relishing the kill the way I used to.
Buffy: You were a better fighter then.
Spike: I did this for you. The soul, the changes—it's what you wanted.
Buffy: What I want is the Spike that's dangerous. The Spike that tried to kill me when we met.
Spike: Oh, you don't know how close you are to bringing him out.
Buffy: I'm nowhere near him. Dawn, get the potentials upstairs, and break out that emergency kit.
Dawn: What are you gonna do?
Buffy: I'm declaring an emergency.
Xander: Puppets. That's it! The First hates puppets! Now if we can just airlift Kermit, Fozzie the Bear, and Miss Piggy into town, the First'll be a-running.
Willow: Those are Muppets.
Dawn: And these things are shadow-casters. You put them in motion, and they tell you a story. It says you can't just watch, you have to see.
Anya: What the hell does that mean?
Xander: It's cryptic. I don't like it. Every time instructions get cryptic, someone gets hurt—usually me.
Buffy: You can't just watch, you have to see? See what?
Dawn: That's where all my fancy translating skills break down, but I think it's an origin myth. The story of the very first slayer.
Dawn: OK. According to this, I think—you put on those puppet guys one by one. They cast shadows and the shadows tell the story. First, there is the Earth.
Kennedy: What's that sound?
Xander: OK, so far, so creepy.
Dawn: Hmm. OK. Then, there came the demons. After demons, there came men. Men found a girl. And the men took the girl to fight the demon—all demons. They—they chained her to the Earth. And then—and I—I can't read this. Something about darkness.
Buffy: What about darkness?
Dawn: It says you cannot be shown. You cannot just watch, but you must see. See for yourself, but only if you're willing to make the exchange.
Xander: When did you get so good at Sumerian?
Dawn: It's not in Sumerian anymore.
Xander: Ah, this must be the exchange student.
Kennedy: You've got the magic, use it.
Willow: I-I-I don't even know what magic to use.
Kennedy: Why not just try all 32 flavors. Worst thing that happens is you go brunette.
Willow: That's not the worst thing that can happen.
Anya: She's right. And you know we have a choice. We can risk Willow's life and the rest of our lives to get Buffy back, or we leave her out there.
Principal Wood: If we play it safe back here, Buffy could stay lost.
Anya: You missed her "everyone sucks but me" speech. If she's so superior, let her find her own way back.
Xander: Anya, the First is already up and running. Every second that Buffy's not here, is an opportunity for it to show up and rip us to pieces.
Buffy: Hello? I'm Buffy. I'm the slayer.
Shadow Man One: We know who you are.
Shadow Man Two: And we know why you're here.
Shadow Man Three: We've been waiting.
Buffy: Good. That's good then. Um, you know, I know we have bigger issues to deal with, but how'd I understand anything you guys just said? Oh, I know, ancient magicks. I just thought it was neat.
Shadow Man One: We have been here since the beginning.
Shadow Man Two: Now, we are almost at the end.
Buffy: The neat of it just left. End of what?
Shadow Man Three: You are the hellmouth's last guardian.
Buffy: Latest. You mean latest guardian.
Shadow Man One: No.
Buffy: OK, um, I have a First to fight, OK. So just tell me what I need to know. I came to learn.
Shadow Man One: We cannot give you knowledge. Only power.
Willow: I think I might pee my pants.
Kennedy: You can do it—the magicks, not the pants thing.
Buffy: What is this?
Shadow Man Three: We are at the beginning. The source of your strength. The well of the slayer's power.
Shadow Man One: This is why we have brought you here.
Buffy: I thought I brought me here. Listen, you guys. I'm already the slayer, bursting with power. Really don't need any more.
Shadow Man One: The First Slayer did not talk so much. Herein lies your truest strength.
Shadow Man Two: The energy of the demon. Its spirit.
Shadow Man Three: Its heart.
Buffy: This is how you—
Shadow Man One: Created the slayer? Yes.
Shadow Man Three: It must become one with you.
Shadow Man One: This will make you ready for the fight.
Buffy: By making me less human?
Shadow Man One: This is how it was then. How it must be now.
Shadow Man Two: This is all there is.
Principal Wood: Where you going?
Spike: Got a job.
Principal Wood: Nice coat. Where'd you get it?
Spike: New York.
Willow: Via, concursus, tempus, spatium, audi me ut imperio. Screw it! Mighty forces, I suck at Latin, OK? But that's not the issue. I'm the one in charge, and I'm telling you open up, portal, now!
Xander: It's not happening, Will.
Kennedy: Give her time. She's getting it.
Xander: Or something's getting her. Will, think you better back up a little.
Buffy: You think I came all this way to get knocked up by some demon dust? I can't fight this. I know that now. But you guys? You're just men. Just the men who did this... to her. Whoever that girl was before she was the First Slayer.
Shadow Man One: You don't understand.
Buffy: No, you don't understand! You violated that girl, made her kill for you because you're weak, you're pathetic, and you obviously have nothing to show me.
Buffy: I knew it. It's always the staff.
Shadow Man One: We offered you power.
Buffy: Tell me something I don't know.
Shadow Man One: As you wish.
Willow: Hey. You OK? You've been kinda quiet since...
Kennedy: You sucked the life out of me?
Willow: Yeah, since then. Look, it's important that you know what I am, what I'm like when I'm like that.
Kennedy: I thought it would be... I don't know—cool somehow. It just hurt.
Willow: I'm really sorry. It's just, you were the most powerful person nearby, and—well, that's—that's how it works. That's how I work.
Kennedy: I got that. You told me. I'll see you in the morning.
Buffy: I was hard on you guys today.
Willow: Aw, it's all right. You needed to be. Although, Twinkies and kisses—also peachy motivational tools. You OK?
Buffy: I think I made a mistake.
Buffy: Those men that I met—you know, the shadow men? They offered me more power, but I didn't like the loophole.
Willow: So, you turned it down? It's OK, Buffy. We'll get by. We always do.
Buffy: I don't know. They showed me...
Willow: Showed you what?
Buffy: That the First Slayer was right—it isn't enough.
Willow: Why, Buffy? What did you see? What did they show you?