Never Leave Me Quotes
Never Leave Me Quotes
Dawn: So the basement was filled with bodies?
Dawn: And Spike could've sired countless others and buried them around town. And we're waiting for him to do what, exactly? Do something crazy?
Willow: It's not that simple.
Anya: Shouldn't we stab him through the chest? Isn't that what we do when these things happen?
Willow: Look, Buffy knows what she's doing.
Anya: Well, Xander, you know what we're all talking about. I mean, you've always been part of the "Spike is evil" faction.
Xander: I've got a house to put back together.
Anya: Fine. You guys keep your heads buried in the sand, but I think we should prepare ourselves for the possibility that William the Bloody is back.
Warren: Hey! You know the rules. I can't take corporeal form. Here, feel. Mm-hmm.
Warren: Pretty bitchin', right? I'm like Obi Wan?
Andrew: Or Patrick Swayze.
Andrew: I didn't want to kill you. Warren made me.
Jonathan: Hey, I'm glad he did. This is the best thing that's ever happened to me.
Andrew: It didn't hurt too much? I-I'm not very good at stabbing.
Jonathan: You know, it wasn't that bad. It was like a sharp pain, then a burning, then a general queasiness. It's kinda like when I used to get ulcers in high school, only at the end I became one with light and hope.
Principal Wood: Now, guys, look, we can settle this one of two ways. You can repaint the walls, or I can suspend you and report this little incident on your permanent record.
Punk #1: Fine. Do that.
Principal Wood: OK, I was bluffing. I hadn't really thought that one through. Listen, this whole permanent record thing is such a myth anyway. Colleges never ask for anything past your SAT scores, and it's not like employers
are gonna be calling up to check to see how many days you missed back in high school. So, listen, I-I could suspend you, but that would mean calling your parents, alerting your teachers, filling
out paperwork, and, quite possibly, having to talk to the school board— all of which sounds positively exhausting to me. No. No, I think it would be much easier if I just called the police, let them deal with it. Oh, and, in case you're wondering, this is the part where I'm not bluffing.
Punk #2: We'll repaint it.
Principal Wood: Good job.
Dawn: I just wanted to tell you that Buffy won't be coming in today. She's really sick.
Principal Wood: Oh, no.
Dawn: Yeah, last night she was vomiting, and then this morning she was vomiting some more, and then, just when we thought she was done, she was vomiting again.
Principal Wood: Yeah, we got that stomach flu going around.
Dawn: Her exact words were, "I've got stuff coming out of both ends."
Principal Wood: Thank you. That's very helpful.
Buffy: He's been feasting on humans for weeks. He's having some pretty bad withdrawls. I think we need to get him some blood.
Willow: Do you want me to kill Anya?
Buffy: No, we should probably try to wean him off humans. He'll have to make do with animal blood.
Willow: I'll go get some.
Buffy: You don't mind?
Willow: No, I have to get out of the house. Xander's installing the new windows, and he keeps giving lectures on proper tool maintenance. Tool talk—not my thing.
Andrew: "Babe 2: Pig in the City" was really underrated.
Warren: Don't think about Babe.
Warren: You're Conan. You're the destroyer. It's you against nature. You're the hunter, you're primal, you live off the land. You're Andrew. Everyone knows you. You play by your own rules. It's kill or be killed.
Andrew: That'll do, pig!
Warren: No—you gotta—you gotta corner it. Stay between it and the hall, or it— That's the worst attempted pig slaughtering I've ever seen.
Andrew: I'm not very good at stabbing. Isn't there some other way we could get blood?
Butcher: Number 87.
Andrew: I'd like 12 pork chops, 2 pounds of sausage, 8 quarts of pigs blood, 3 steaks, um, halibut, and, uh, some toothpaste—
Butcher: This is a butcher's shop, Neo. We don't sell toothpaste.
Andrew: Um, OK— just the other stuff then.
Andrew: Warren killed Tara. I didn't do it. And he was aiming for Buffy anyway.
Willow: Not making it better.
Andrew: And you got your revenge. You killed my best friend. We're even.
Willow: Even? You think I get satisfaction from what I did?
Andrew: Maybe not, but let me keep my skin, OK? I'm not bad. I'm not bad anymore. I'm good. I do good things now.
Willow: Then, why do you need lots and lots of blood?
Andrew: I am bad. I'm bad, I'm evil, but I'm protected by powerful forces. Forces you can't even begin to imagine, little girl. If you harm me, you shall know the wrath of he that is darkness and terror. Your blood will boil, and you will know true suffering. Stand down, she-Witch. Your defeat is at hand—
Willow: Shut your mouth. I am a she-witch, a very powerful she-witch, or witch, as is more accurate. I'm not to be trifled with—
Andrew: But I—
Willow: I'm talking. Don't interrupt me, insignificant man. I am Willow. I am death. If you dare defy me, I will call down my fury, exact fresh vengeance, and make your worst fears come true. OK?
Willow: Look who I found.
Xander: Oh, this can't be good.
Willow: Guess who was buying mass amounts of blood at the butcher's shop.
Andrew: Hey, your hair's not even black anymore.
Andrew: Careful with my coat. It's expensive.
Anya: Is it new?
Andrew: Hey. Ow!
Xander: Now, we can do this the hard way, if you want. But believe me if I tell you, this will go much easier if you just tell us what you know.
Andrew: Ow. You're barking up the wrong asparagus, man. I don't know anything.
Xander: Why were you buying blood at the butcher shop?
Andrew: I fell in love with a beautiful vampire girl down in Me-hi-co. Now we're trying to make a go of it on the straight and narrow, and put our lives back together here in Sunnydale.
Anya: You think this is a game, junior? People are dying. Friends lives are in danger.
Xander: Hey, Anya.
Anya: Now you want to waste time on deceptions? Not on my watch!
Xander: Hey, Anya! Can I talk to you outside for a second?
Anya: Did you see that? I actually made him cry.
Xander: You were perfect. I was worried I overdid it with the whole "easy way, hard way" thing.
Anya: No, you were great! And I wasn't sure if I should slap him, but then he made me want to slap him, so I thought, OK, slap him!
Xander: He'll be singing in no time.
Anya: Right. What's the status with your guy?
Buffy: He's not talking yet. We'll get there. How's your guy?
Anya: The weasel wants to sing. He just needs a tune.
Xander: He's primed. I'll be pumping him in no time. He'll give us information soon.
Spike: I don't remember... what I did.
Spike: It's all flashes here and there. It's like I'm watching someone else... do it, kill people. I've been losing time for a while now, waking up in strange places.
Buffy: When did your chip stop working?
Spike: I wasn't aware that it had, you know. Not 'til now.
Buffy: And the losing time? How long has that been going on?
Spike: Oh, things have been wonky since I got back, ever since—
Buffy: You got your soul.
Spike: Figured that's what it was like, it'd been so long since I had one.
Buffy: How did you do it? How'd you get your soul back?
Spike: Saw a man about a girl. I went to seek a legend out. Traveled to the other side of the world, made a deal with a demon.
Buffy: So, that's what this is about. You feeling sorry for yourself, Spike?
Spike: I'm feeling honest with myself. You used me.
Spike: You told me that, of course. I never understood it though. Not until now. You hated yourself, and you took it out on me.
Buffy: You figured that out just now?
Spike: Soul's not all about moonbeams and pennywhistles, luv. It's about self-loathing. I get it. Had to travel 'round the world, but I understand you now. I understand the violence inside.
Buffy: Violence? William the Bloody now has insight into violence?
Spike: Not the same. As bad as I was, as evil and as wretched as I was, I never truly hated myself back then. Not like I do now.
Xander: Sorry about that. She shouldn't have hit you. Thirsty? Go on.
Andrew: That chick's psycho.
Xander: You don't know the half of it. She's a vengeance demon, you know. She's bad news.
Andrew: This one time I saw her having sex with Spike.
Xander: She's killed more men than smallpox.
Andrew: Does smallpox still kill people?
Xander: She's killed a lot of men. She tortures them. Anyone who incurs her wrath. One time she— No, never mind.
Xander: It's not important.
Andrew: What'd she do?
Xander: Well, there was this one guy— there was this one guy, he, uh, he hurt her real bad, so she paid him back. She killed him, but she did it real slow. See first she stopped his heart, then she replaced it with darkness,
then she made him live his life like that. But he still had to go do his job and see his friends and wake up in the morning and go to bed at night, but he had to do it all empty. Without anything to look forward to. Ever.
Andrew: Sounds bad.
Xander: Well, then she tore out his intestines and rubbed it in his face and took pictures of it.
Andrew: Oh, God.
Xander: See, the thing is, we've all been a little on edge lately. Some bad things have been happening, and the girls— they're all looking for someone to blame.
Andrew: I didn't do anything—
Anya: You lying son of a bitch! You're gonna tell us what we need to know, and you're gonna tell us right now!
Xander: Anya no!
Andrew: Stop it!
Anya: Get off me, Harris! C'mere, you pipsqueak!
Andrew: Get her off me! I'll tell you! I'll tell you what you need to know!
Dawn: How is what's his name?
Xander: He's got a good chunk taken out of his neck, but he'll be all right. Had to tie him up again, but mainly just to keep him from scratching at his bandages. What the hell happened up there?
Buffy: I-I don't know. Spike and I were having a conversation, and he was fine. I mean, you know, fine as Spike can be. And then I went to check on you guys, and when I got back, it was like he was a completely different person.
Willow: Different like "William the Bloody" type different?
Buffy: He was talking to someone. I heard through the door, he was having this conversation. And then he started singing.
Anya: Maybe it's another musical. A much crappier musical.
Buffy: He—he mentioned something about a song in the cellar. Uh, a-and he changed there, too—I mean instantly became another person.
Anya: The horse?
Xander: No, in his head. It's a trigger. It's a brainwashing term. It's how the military makes sleeper agents. They- they brainwash operatives and condition them with a specific trigger, like a song, that makes 'em drastically change at a moment's notice.
Willow: Is this left over from your days in the Army?
Xander: No, this is left over from every Army movie I've ever seen. But it makes sense. We've had ghosts or something haunting us, right? Well, what if Spike's ghosts have figured out a way to— not only haunt him— what if they figured out how to—how to control him?
Buffy: Spike said he's been seeing things since I found him in the basement.
Willow: So, he gets his soul back, he starts seeing spooky things, and he goes extra-extra-crazy.
Buffy: This trigger. How do we holster—safety, or—I don't know guns. How do we make it stop?
Xander: Well, usually the operative completes his task and either blows his head off or steals a submarine.
Buffy: All right. I need information. If Spike's a bomb, then I need to know how to diffuse him. You two, I wanna know what did this to him. Spirits, ghosts, demons—check the lot of them. Look for anything
that could haunt or-or possibly control like this. I need to know exactly what we're dealing with.
Spike: Do you have any idea what I'm capable of?
Buffy: I was in the cellar with you. I saw what you did.
Spike: I'm not talking about the cellar. The people in the cellar got off easy. I'm talking about me. Buffy, you have never met the real me.
Buffy: Believe me, I'm well aware of what you're capable of.
Spike: No, you got off easy too. Do you know how much blood you can drink from a girl before she'll die? I do. You see, the trick is to drink just enough to know how to damage them just enough so that they'll still cry
when you— 'cause it's not worth it if they don't cry.
Buffy: It's not your fault. You're not the one doing this.
Spike: I already did it. It's already done. You wanna know what I've done to girls Dawn's age? This is me Buffy. You've got to kill me before I get out.
Spike: Don't do that. Don't rationalize this into some noble act. We both know the truth of it. You like men who hurt you.
Spike: You need the pain we cause you. You need the hate. You need it to do your job, to be the slayer.
Buffy: No. I don't hate like that. Not you, or myself. Not anymore. You think you have insight now because your soul's drenched in blood? You don't know me. You don't even know you. Was that you who killed those people in the cellar? Was that you who waited for those girls?
Spike: There's no one else.
Buffy: That's not true. Listen to me. You're not alive because of hate or pain. You're alive because I saw you change. Because I saw your penance.
Spike: Window dressing.
Buffy: Be easier, wouldn't it, it if were an act, but it's not. You faced the monster inside of you and you fought back. You risked everything to be a better man.
Buffy: And you can be. You are. You may not see it, but I do. I do. I believe in you, Spike.
Buffy: I know these guys. I fought them before. We aren't being haunted. This isn't some demon. It's all the same thing. Spike's ghosts, the people you guys saw, from beneath us, it's all the same thing. I know what we're up against. The First.
Quentin Travers: It's all right, Lydia. We are still masters of our fate, still captains of our souls.
Lydia: Yes, sir.
Quentin Travers: Ladies and gentlemen, our fears have been confirmed. The First Evil has declared all- out war on this institution. Their first volleys proved most effective. I, for one, think it's time we struck back.
Give me confirmations on all remaining operatives. Visuals and tacticals. Highest alert. Get them here as soon as possible. Begin preparations for mobilization. Once we're accounted for, I want to be ready to move.
Watcher Aide: Sir?
Quentin Travers: We'll be paying a visit to the hell mouth. My friends, these are the times that define us. Proverbs 24:6. O, by wise council, you shall make your war.
Spike/First: You'll have to excuse the spectacle, but I've always been a bit of a sucker for the old classics.
Spike/First: Oh, don't look at me that way. I wanted to do this more subtle-like. My Harbingers have a tendency to call attention to themselves.
Spike/First: You're the one who couldn't hold his end of the bargain. You're the one who couldn't take care of what's-his-name. You're the one who had to make breakthroughs and learn something about himself.
Spike/First: So now, fittingly, you're the one who gets to do the honors.
Buffy/First: I have to admit, I'm glad it worked out this way. I was going to bleed Andrew, but you look a lot better with your shirt off.
To be honest, I'm getting a little tired of subtle. I think it's about time we brought some authority to our presence. Now, Spike, wanna see what a real vampire looks like?