I Only Have Eyes For You Quotes
I Only Have Eyes For You Quotes
Ben: Hey. I'm Ben. We had Algebra II together last year.
Buffy: Sorry, I pretty much repress anything math-related.
Ben: Ms. Jackson? Second period? You sat in the seat three over and one behind.
Buffy: Oh! Yeah, I remember now, it's the one with the desks and the chalkboards and pencils and stuff, right?
Ben: That's the one.
Buffy: Like a steel trap.
Ben: So, I was wondering, you know the dance tomorrow night? Are you going?
Buffy: You mean the Sadie Hawkins thing? The deal where the girls ask the boys?
Ben: Yeah. And I thought maybe, you know, if you're free, you might ask me.
Buffy: Oh, gosh... I...
Ben: Oh, oh, hey, hey, no, don't, don't worry about it...
Buffy: No, no, you seem like a really great guy, it's... me. I-I'm not seeing anybody. Ever again, actually.
Ben: Oh. That's, that's too bad. Okay, well, I better...
Willow: Hey! You're bailing?
Buffy: Yeah. I'm gonna stop by the library and see if Giles wants me to patrol, and then sack it.
Willow: You've been doing that a lot. Patrolling and sacking. In fact, you've kind of been All-Work-And-No-Play Buffy.
Buffy: I play. I have big fun. I came here tonight, didn't I?
Willow: You came, you saw, you rejected.
Buffy: You mean that guy? Just not in date mode right now.
Willow: Well, maybe you need to date to get in date mode.
Buffy: I don't think I'm ready for that, Will.
Willow: You're thinking too much. Maybe you need to be impulsive.
Buffy: Impulsive? Do you remember my ex-boyfriend, the vampire? I slept with him, he lost his soul, now my boyfriend's gone forever, and the demon that wears his face is killing my friends. The next impulsive decision I make will involve my choice of dentures.
Willow: Okay, the Angel thing went badly, I'm on board with that, but that's not your fault. And anyways, love isn't always like that. Love can be... nice!
Boy: What happened?
Buffy: What happened?! You just went O.J. on your girlfriend!
Boy: This is nuts! I... I don't know why I got so mad.
Buffy: Because you're a jerk?
Girl: He's not. We weren't even fighting a few minutes ago.
Boy: We weren't, I, I swear to God!
Buffy: If you weren't fighting, then why'd you have a gun?
Boy: I don't, I don't know. I don't even know where I got it.
George: I don't see any gun.
Snyder: I'm sure you know why I asked you here.
Buffy: To thank me?
Snyder: That's right, I wanna thank you. What would Sunnydale High do without you around to incite mayhem, chaos and disorder?
Buffy: I don't incite! I stopped that boy from killing his girlfriend, ask him. Ask the janitor.
Snyder: People can be coerced, Summers. I'm no stranger to conspiracy. I saw JFK. I'm a truth seeker. I've got a missing gun and two confused kids on my hands. Pieces of the puzzle. And I'm gonna look at all the pieces carefully and rationally, and I'm gonna keep looking until I know exactly how this is all your fault.
Secretary: Mr. Snyder, Billy Crandal chained himself to the snack machine again.
Snyder: Pathetic little no-life vegan.
Buffy: I'm telling you, something weird is going on.
Xander: Something weird is going on. Isn't that our school motto?
Buffy: Pretty much. But I don't know. This time it bugs me.
Xander: I don't wanna poo-poo your wiggins, but a domestic dispute, a little case of chalkboard Tourette's? All sounds like Hellmouth Lite to me.
Willow: Xander, what happened? Did Cordelia win another round in the broom closet?
Xander: You're just a big bucket of funny, Will. I'll have you know I was just accosted by some kind of, um, locker monster.
Giles: Loch Ness Monster?
Buffy: 'Locker' monster is what he said. But it wasn't really a monster. It was, like, this big arm that came out of the locker, but then we opened it again, it was gone. Nothing.
Xander: This was right after Buffy's history teacher starts doing some freaky channeling thing in class.
Giles: Ooh! Sounds like paranormal phenomena.
Willow: A ghost? Cool!
Xander: Oh, no, no. No. No cool. This was no wimpy chain rattler. This was 'I'm dead as hell, and I'm not gonna take it anymore.'
Giles: Well, despite the Xander-speak, that's a fairly accurate definition of a poltergeist.
Xander: I defined something? Accurately? Guess I'm done with the book learning.
Drusilla: Look. Jasmine.
Angelus: Night blooming.
Drusilla: Like us. Oh, Angel, it's fairyland. Ooh!
Spike: It's paradise. Big windows, lovely gardens. It'll be perfect when we want the sunlight to kill us.
Angelus: If you don't like it, Spike, hit the stairs and go. Take a stand, man.
Spike: Well, our old place was just fine till you went and had it burned down.
Angelus: Things change, Spikey. You gotta roll with the punches. Well, actually, you pretty much got that part down, haven't you?
Spike: Very funny, mate.
Angelus: What can I say? I just love to see you smile, buddy.
Spike: Yeah, you're a giver.
Giles: It was just as with the, the couple you encountered the other night, Buffy. The, the janitor remembered everything. He, he knew he'd killed this poor woman, but he had no idea why. Well, they-they had no intimate relationship.
Willow: What about the gun? Did you find it?
Giles: No, no. The police, everybody, we-we-we-we searched high and low. I think it's very clear what's happening here.
Xander: Fill me in then, 'cause I've read the book, seen the movie, and I'm still fuzzy about what's going on.
Giles: It's Jenny.
Xander: You think she's the ghost?
Giles: Well, don't you see? Well, she-she-she died here under tragic circumstances, a-a-and now she's trapped.
Willow: But what about the gun? I mean, Angel didn't shoot Ms. Calendar.
Giles: The gun is insignificant. It's the violence of the thing that matters.
Buffy: I don't know. These fights these couples keep having, it's sort of... specific.
Willow: She's right. It's a pattern that doesn't fit with the way Ms. Calendar died.
Giles: Yes, well, I, uh, I appreciate your thoughts on the matter, I, in fact I... well, I encourage you to, to always, uh, challenge me, uh, when you feel it's appropriate. You should never be cowed by authority. Except, of course, in this instance, when I am clearly right and you are clearly wrong.
Willow: This is freaky. I don't ever remember ever seeing Giles be this weird.
Xander: I know. He's usually Investigate-Things-From-Every-Boring-Angle Guy. Now he's I-Cling-Onto-My-One-Lame-Idea Guy. What gives?
Willow: He misses her. He can't think. Just a little more fallout from my love life.
Xander: Your dreams are getting wicked accurate, Buff. You wouldn't happen to see me coming across some big cash? Or possibly knowing the love of a woman? In a full body sense?
Willow: He looks so normal on this picture. He was smart, too. He made the honor roll.
Xander: He killed a person and killed himself. Those are pretty much two of the dumbest things you could do.
Willow: I know, but... Well, don't you feel kind of bad for them?
Buffy: Sure I feel lousy. For her. He's a murderer and he should pay for it.
Willow: With his life?
Buffy: No, he should be doing sixty years in a prison, breaking rocks and making special friends with Roscoe the Weightlifter.
Xander: Yikes. The quality of mercy is not Buffy.
Cordelia: I hope you guys aren't going to the Sadie Hawkins Dance tonight, 'cause I'm organizing a boycott. Do you realize that the girls have to ask the guys? And pay and everything? I mean, whose genius idea was that?
Xander: Obviously, some hairy-legged feminist.
Cordelia: Really! Well, we need to nip this thing in the bud. I mean, otherwise, things are going to get really scary.
Willow: Remember the plan to contact the spirit and talk to it? Scrap that plan. Buffy, you were right. The time for touchy-feely communication is passed. I've done some homework and found the only solution is the final solution.
Xander: Nuke the school? I like that.
Willow: Not quite. Exorcism.
Cordelia: Are you crazy? I saw that movie! Even the priest died.
Drusilla: Maybe I'll sleep underground. Dig myself a little burrow.
Spike: What about your pretty dress, sweet? It'll get all dirty.
Drusilla: Then I'll sleep naked. Like the animals do.
Angelus: You know, I'm suddenly liking this plan.
Spike: Fortunately, nobody cares what you like, mate.
Drusilla: The Slayer. It's time, Angel. She's ready for you now. She's dancing. Dancing with death.
Spike: Big deal. He won't do anything. Our man Angel here likes to talk but he's not much for action. All hat and no cattle.
Angelus: I don't know about that. I think this whole Slayer thing has run its course. I'm ready to focus my energy elsewhere.
Angelus: Oh, yeah! What, with you being Special Needs Boy, I figure I should stick close to home. You and Dru can always use another pair of hands.
Willow: Giles, Jenny could never be this mean.
Giles: I know. It's, it's not her, is it?
Willow: I'm sorry.
Giles: Well, he's obviously reliving the night of the Sadie Hawkins Dance when he killed Ms. Newman. It-it's-it's common enough for a spirit to do this, to... recreate a, a tragedy.
Cordelia: Hey. If Sunnydale High School shuts down forever, do we automatically graduate?
Xander: But why? What does he want? Actually, that's an interesting point.
Giles: He's, he's trying to... resolve whatever issues are keeping him in limbo. W-w-what exactly those are, I'm not...
Buffy: He wants forgiveness.
Giles: Yes. I imagine he does. But when James possesses people, they act out exactly what happened that night. So he's experiencing a form of purgatory instead. I mean, he's, he's doomed to, to kill his Ms. Newman over and over and over again, and... forgiveness is impossible.
Buffy: Good. He doesn't deserve it.
Giles: To forgive is an act of compassion, Buffy. It's, it's not done because people deserve it. It's done because they need it.
Buffy: No. James destroyed the one person he loved the most in a moment of blind passion. And that's not something you forgive. No matter why he did what he did. And no matter if he knows now that it was wrong and selfish and stupid, it is just something he's gonna have to live with.
Xander: He can't live with it, Buff. He's dead.
Cordelia: Okay. Overidentify much?
Buffy/James: You're the only one. The only person I can talk to.
Angelus: Gosh, Buff. That's really pathetic.
Buffy/James: You can't make me disappear just because you say it's over.
Angelus/Ms. Newman: Actually... I can. In fact... I just want you to be able to have some kind of normal life. We can never have that, don't you see?
Buffy/James: I don't give a damn about a normal life! I'm going crazy not seeing you. I think about you every minute.
Willow: Everything seems normal. Not a snake, not a wasp.
Cordelia: Yep. School can open again tomorrow.
Xander: Explain to me again how that's a good thing.
Cordelia: I'm drawing a blank.
Giles: Are you feeling any better?
Buffy: James picked me. I guess... I guess I was the one he could relate to. He was so sad.
Giles: Well... they can both rest now.
Buffy: I still... A part of me just doesn't understand why she would forgive him.
Giles: Does it matter?
Buffy: No. I guess not.