The Killer in Me Quotes
The Killer in Me Quotes
Giles: I'm just a bit twitchy about leaving you alone again here while— while things are in such a state of flux.
Buffy:I know. But you should go. This trip is important for the girls to understand the source of their power, and to know how to use it right.
Giles: Do you think they appreciate the gravity of what we're undertaking? It's frightening, and it's difficult. And then, apparently, someone told them that the vision quest consists of me driving them to the desert, doing the hokey pokey until a spooky Rasta-mama slayer arrives and speaks to them in riddles.
Buffy: That's not exactly how I put it...
Willow: She says she wants you to meditate extra hard for her and to bring her back some smores.
Giles: Ah yes. Smores. I'm going to end up singing campfire songs aren't I?
Buffy: Oh yeah.
Dawn: Molly and Rona are fighting over who gets to drive the first leg.
buffy: Bet you wish you renewed that California state driver's license now, huh?
Anya: Rona won. You should probably let Molly out of the trunk. I never actually realized just how compact Molly really is.
Spike: Give us all a chance for a breather, eh?
Buffy: From Giles?
Spike: From the constant pitter patter of clomping teenage girly feet.
Buffy: I have no idea what you're talking about.
Spike: Come on.
Buffy: No, I enjoy my responsibility as mentor, role model, life guide— oh, my God, I cannot believe I have my bathroom all to myself for two whole days.
Buffy: Remember when things used to be nice and boring?
Willow: This is a mission?
Kennedy: Oh! Yeah...
Willow: And the little pink umbrellas are a signal for what? We're not on a mission, are we?
Kennedy: OK. One drink. I can work with that. Let's start with the easy stuff. How long have you known? That you're gay.
Willow: Wait. That's easy? And you just assume that I'm—I'm gay. I mean, presume much?
Kennedy: OK. How long have you enjoyed having sex with women?
Willow: Hey! What you think you have some special lesbidar or something?
Kennedy: OK, you know there's a better word for that, right?
Willow: Three years ago. That's when I knew. And it wasn't women, it was woman. Just one.
Kennedy: Lucky woman.
Buffy: Well, we'll fix it. We'll hit serious research mode—
Spike: Good. Try Behavioral Modification Software Throughout the Ages.
Buffy: OK. You're right. Not a book thing. It's a phone thing.
Spike: Who you gonna call? God, that phrase is never gonna be useable again, is it?
Buffy: Doubt it.
Kennedy: Do your parents know?
Willow: Yeah. My mom was—was all proud like I was making some political statement. Then the statement mojo wore off and I was just gay. She hardly ever even met Tara.
Willow: I didn't mind. Tara and I are kind of private.
Kennedy: I'm sorry. It must've—
Willow: Were, I mean. Private.
Kennedy: It was "Gone with the Wind." I saw that, and I knew I wanted to sweep Scarlet off her feet.
Willow: You were five.
Kennedy: Well, I'm not saying the sweeping would have been easy... What?
Willow: I just—I still don't get it. Why you like me. I mean, you don't even know me.
Kennedy: Have you seen you? And we like the same things— Italian, skate punk, Robert Parker mysteries, fighting evil...
Willow: I don't like any of that stuff. Except the—the fighting evil part. Even then, I prefer a nice foot massage.
Kennedy: OK, I dig the way you always turn off the Moulin Rouge DVD at Chapter 32 so it has a happy ending. I like the way you speak. It's interesting. And your freckles... likeable. I'm not so into the magic stuff. It seems like fairy tale crap to me, but if it matters to you... You care about it, so it's cool.
Willow/Warren: I'm Willow.
Xander: Are you sure?
Willow/Warren: There are other stories from kindergarten. Non yellow crayon stories in which you don't come out in such a good light. An incident involving Aquaman underoos, for example. You want me to start talking?
Xander: Hey, Willow!
Kennedy: OK. Safe to say no one will ever accuse you of being too butch.
Willow/Warren: Kennedy, go home.
Kennedy: Come on. I mean, you turned into a guy. I mean if you take a step back, seriously, there's a certain element of humor here, right? Well, a really, really big step.
Andrew: I'll get it. I'm supposed to get a call when the new League of Extraordinary Gentlemen comes in. I gave them this number.
Xander: Ooh. Can you see if you can get two?
Andrew: Summers residence, this is Andrew speaking. How can I help you?
Xander: Robson blacked out, but the last thing he remembers is Giles's head about to get really familiar with a Bringer's very sharp axe.
Dawn: Oh, my God!
Anya: Giles never mentioned any of this.
Xander: Robson said by the time he came to, there was no Giles.
Dawn: So, what are we saying?
Xander: Maybe Giles just didn't want to talk about it.
Anya: Or maybe he didn't make it. Look, I'm not saying it's a happy scenario, but we're dealing with a big bad that can be any dead person it wants.
Xander: Because if you want to infiltrate the inner circle of the slayer...
Anya: Become the one person she trusts more than anybody else.
Dawn: But there's no way that we can know.
Andrew: Actually that's not true. The First can't take corporeal form, so it can't touch anything.
Anya: Oh, it's not like Giles hasn't touched anything, right? Ha-has anyone seen Giles touch anything since he got back? Hold anything? Has anybody hugged him? Think very hard.
Andrew: Oh good. Let me just get some tapes for the car. I've been working on this mix—
Xander: You're not coming.
Andrew: What? Why? 'Cause I used to be evil?
Xander: No, actually, 'cause you're annoying, but that's a good reason too.
Willow/Warren: Wow, look at you guys. Campus Wiccans. Guess you got past the whole bake sale phase.
Circle Leader: Uh, no, we still do that too. Second Tuesday of every month. I'm sorry, I'm kind of having a hard time with the whole guy event thing...
Giles: We all feel each other. Including some of us who don't know each other well enough to take such liberties, thank you. (glances at Andrew) I assume there's a perfectly reasonable and not at all insane explanation here.
Anya: We thought you might be non-corporeal evil.
Dawn: We got a call. We couldn't remember you touching anything.
Xander: We had to make sure you were OK. We were worried.
Giles: Oh. That's very sweet. Now wait a minute—you think I'm evil... if I bring a group of girls on a camping trip and don't touch them?
Soldier: Miss Summers. Agent Finn reported that you tried to contact him earlier today.
Buffy: I knew it! Government conspiracy.
Soldier: He indicated you might be needing our assistance. We're to provide you anything you need to help assface here. Those were his exact words, ma'am.
Kennedy: Why would you do this to her? You really hate her that much?
Amy: This is not about hate. It's about power. Willow always had all the power, long before she even knew what to do with it. Just came so easy for her. The rest of us—we had to work twice as hard to be half as good. But no one cares about how hard you work. They just care about cute, sweet Willow. They don't know how weak she is. She gave in to evil—stuff worse than I can even imagine— She almost destroyed the world! And yet everyone keeps on loving her? So what's wrong with having a little fun, huh? Taking her down a peg or two?
Kennedy: Fun? She's disappearing. Fading away in that creep, and you think it's fun.
Amy: It was just a game. It's not my fault if she's losing herself.
Kennedy: I'm gonna stop you now, you know.
Amy: Hey, I'm not the bad guy here. But I wonder where he'd be right about now.
Kennedy: No, no it wasn't. You said I was there. Who did you kill, Willow?
Willow/Warren: It was your fault, slut. You tricked me. Got me to forget.
Willow/Warren: Shut up! Shut up! You do not get to say her name. Offering it up to whoever's there. Tricking me into kissing you. I didn't—I didn't mean... what I'm saying, I—I can't make— Kennedy, I can't hold on... he's winning.
Willow/Warren: I'm being punished. I k—I kissed you just—just for a second, but it was enough. I let her go. I didn't mean to.
Kennedy: Kissing me didn't mean th—
Willow/Warren: No, she was never gone. She was with me. We should have been forever, and I— I let her be dead. She's really dead. And I killed her.