I Was Made to Love You Quotes
I Was Made to Love You Quotes
Buffy: "Oh! Puffy Xander, uh, I'm sorry, I got... guess I got carried away. Are you okay?"
Xander: "I'm alive. I can tell 'cause of the pain."
Buffy: "Do you wanna sit down?"
Xander: "I'm not that bendy. I could lean."
Xander: "The problem is not you. Don't do this to yourself, please."
Buffy: "It's just... I just wanna know that there's gonna be another good one. One that I won't chase away."
Xander: "There will be. Promise. He's out there, he could come along any minute."
Buffy: "Yeah, and the minute after that I can terrify him with my alarming strength and remarkable self-involvement."
Xander: "What? I don't think you're like that."
Buffy: "Maybe I could change. You know, I could, I could work harder. I could spend less time slaying, I could laugh at his jokes, I mean, men like that, right, the, the joke-laughing-at?"
Xander: "Or maybe you could just be Buffy, he'll see your amazing heart, and he'll fall in love with you."
Buffy: "Xander, that's... aw!"
Xander: "This is the day you choose to hug me? Buffy?"
Xander: "You ever think maybe the reason you haven't found a great relationship on the Hellmouth is... because it's a Hellmouth? Seems to me it's a pretty terrible place to try to build anything."
Joyce: "So is anyone gonna talk about my dress?"
Dawn: "I like it."
Joyce: "You sure? I mean, it's not too mom-ish?"
Dawn: "Oh. That was why I liked it."
Buffy: "You're both crazy. It's not mom-ish at all. It's sexy. It screams, 'Randy sex kitten, buy me one drink and I'll...' Oh, wait, that's not really good either."
Buffy: "Now tell me about this Brian and what his intentions are."
Dawn: "Maybe he's a gigolo. Was his shirt all shiny?"
Joyce: "No! He works for a publishing house. He's a nice normal guy, okay?"
Buffy: "I think I've heard of those."
Tara: "Willow's good at all that computer stuff, but me not so much. Do you really understand all that?"
Anya: "Oh. Well, at first it was confusing. Just the idea of computers was like, 'whoa, I'm eleven hundred years old. I had trouble adjusting to the idea of Lutherans.'"
Tara: "I go online sometimes, but... everyone's spelling is really bad, and it's... depressing."
Anya: "But you have to try online trading, it's great! The secret is avoiding the tech companies everyone was jumping on, and, and going with the smaller firms that supply the basic components."
Anya: "Anyway, I took the money from working for Giles, and I tripled it."
Tara: "Tripled? Like, first money, then money money money?"
Anya: "Yes. I'm thinking about buying something very expensive. Maybe an antelope."
Xander: "How you doing, having o' the fun?"
Buffy: "You know, I am. Dancing with you is way better than trying to hook up with some good-looking guy."
Xander:Spike: "Small world. Oh dear. If looks could stake. You having fun, pet? You... trolling for your next ex? I gotta say, you can do better."
Buffy: "I told you, I wa-"
Spike: "Thought I was gonna leave town? It's a free country. Free party. If you want me to leave, you can put your hands on my hot, tight little body and make me."
Buffy: "So, are you ready to dance?"
Ben: "Um, first..."
Buffy: "What's that?"
Ben:" "Uh, yeah, my phone number. I was gonna try to subtly work it into the conversation, but it didn't pan out, and I thought I should try to give it to you before you see me dance."
Spike: "Bloody hell! You threw me through a window! What's that about?"
April: "You do not make those suggestions to me. I have a boyfriend. Warren is my boyfriend."
Spike: "You know what? My bleeding sympathies to Warren."
Buffy: "Ow. I don't know about you guys, but I've had it with super-strong little women who aren't me."
Tara: "Well, at least she didn't do too much damage."
Xander: "Are you kidding? Double-glazed windows ain't cheap. And the jamb needs to be completely repaired. Oh dear god, I'm the grownup who sees the world through my job. I'm like my uncle Dave the plumber. I must be shunned."
Giles: "Dear god, Buffy, there's only so much I can take. We're going to have to change the system. A fourteen-year-old's too old to be babysat, and it's not fair on her."
Buffy: "What'd she make you do?"
Giles: "Um, well, we listened to aggressively cheerful music sung by people chosen for their ability to dance... then we ate cookie dough and talked about boys."
Buffy: "I'm sorry. I'm very very sorry, but if it makes you feel any better, my 'fun time Buffy party night' involved watching a robot throw Spike through a window, so if you wanna trade... No... wait... I wouldn't give that memory up for anything."
Giles: "A robot? Sounds interesting."
Buffy: "We're gonna work on it in the morning. I mean, unless you wanna stay for a while, and then you and I could-"
Joyce: "Who wants to hear everything?"
Buffy: "...listen to my mom talk about boys."
Giles: "Right, must go. See you tomorrow. Bye Joyce."
Buffy: "It all looked pretty tame to me."
Joyce: "Well, I suppose by your standards it could seem pretty... Oh dear."
Joyce: "I left my bra in his car."
Joyce: "I'm joking."
Buffy: "Good god, that's horrible. Don't do that."
Joyce: "I left it in the restaurant."
Buffy: "No more! No more! No more!"
Joyce: "On the dessert cart!"
Buffy: "I can't hear you!"
Giles: "And you're certain she was a robot?"
Tara: "Well, she practically had 'Genuine Molded Plastic' stamped on her ass. Just... tryin' a little spicy talk."
Tara: "Oh, do you have any books on robots?"
Giles: "Oh, yes, dozens. There's an enormous amount of research we should do before - no, I'm lying. I haven't got squat, I just like to see Xander squirm."
Xander: "Funny. Charming and funny."
Giles: "No no no no no, wait, we don't know what you're walking into. Uh, we have no idea what his motive is for building this thing."
Tara: "Um... don't you think se's just..."
Willow: "Yeah... she's just sort of a..."
Xander: "She's a sexbot. I mean, what guy doesn't dream about that? Beautiful girl with... no other thought but to please you... willing to do anything... Too many girls. I miss Oz. He'd get it. He wouldn't say anything, but... he'd get it."
Spike: "Hello, all. What's going on then?"
Giles: "Spike, you're not welcome here."
Willow: "Yeah, and by the way, we're working on a way to de-invite you from here. Even if it is a public place."
Xander: "Nah, forget it. Letting him in is good, 'cause then we get to toss him out."
Anya: "Ooh, can we throw him out the window like the robot did? 'Cause that was neat."
Giles: "Spike... listen to me."
Spike: "It's just... I'm trying to explain. She might have said some things that sounded like I expressed some kind of feeling-"
Giles: "We are not your friends. We are not your way to Buffy. There is no way to Buffy. Clear out of here. And Spike, this thing ... get over it."
Spike: "I don't know what you mean."
Giles: "Yes, you do. Move the hell on."
Warren: "April! April, are you there? If the batteries are still working and she hears my voice, then... she'll answer."
Buffy: "She's voice-activated?"
Warren: "Well, I made it so that if she heard me and she didn't answer, it causes this kind of feedback."
Buffy: "Wait, if you call her and she doesn't answer, it hurts her? You're one creepy little dweeb, Warren."
Buffy: "She devoted everything to making this one person happy. And then it was like, with him gone, there was just... no reason for her to exist any more."
Xander: "Robots are the strangest people."
Buffy: "No... people are the strangest people. I mean, look at me obsessing about being with someone. It's like... I don't need a guy right now. I need me. I need to get comfortable being alone with Buffy."
Xander: "Well, I'll say this, she's a pretty cool person to be alone with."
Buffy: "Thank you."
Buffy: "Hey. Flower-gettin' lady. Want me to pick Dawn up from school? Mom? What are you doing? Mom? Mom? Mommy?"