Out of My Mind Quotes
Out of My Mind Quotes
Buffy: Better keep out of my way, Spike. I'm not gonna take this much longer.
Spike: And I should do what in my spare time? Sit at home knitting cunning sweater sets?
Buffy: Would it keep you out of my way?
Riley: She's right. You shouldn't be out here when she's patrolling.
Spike: Oh! I saw that. Looks like neither boy's entirely welcome. You should take him home, Slayer. Make him stay there. I've got knitting needles he can borrow.
Buffy: Spike... I just saw you taste your own nose blood, you know what? I'm too grossed out to hear anything you have to say. Go home.
Spike: It's blood! It's what I do!
Willow: You can't possibly be arguing that Marat didn't betray the French Revolutionaries. This was the guy who declared the rights of man, and then the next thing you know he's... killing Girondin like it's going out of style.
Buffy: Will, you're totally missing my point. Now, I agree that Marat wasn't a real martyr, but the death in the tub... the neck wound, all that blood, just a little more fang-y than knife-y. I mean, Charlotte Corday wasn't a real martyr either, but..."
Willow: Listen to us! We-we're arguing! We're having a debate about a college lecture! I have dreamt of this day since... forever! You are turning into quite the student. Should I be watching my occipital lobe?
Buffy: Your what?
Willow: Occipital. The lobe in the back of your brain. You know, like, 'should I be watching my back?' But, you know, the... back of your brain.
Buffy: Apparently not. Don't worry, Will, you still wear the smarty-pants in the family.
Willow: Hey! Oh, wow, this place looks great. Oh, I feel like a witch in a magic shop. Ooh. Are these real newt eyes?
Giles: No, too... rich for my blood, I'm afraid. No, these are salamander eyes, it's the... cataracts which give them their newt-like appearance. They're really equally effective, though, it's... just a matter of overcoming snobberies.
Xander: I'm telling you Giles. You gotta set up a blind taste test and prove once and for all that generic amphibian eyeballs are just as good.
Willow: I don't know. If you ask me, the newt name still means something.
Buffy: Thank you guys so much. You're like my... fairy godmother and Santa Claus and Q all wrapped up into one... Q from Bond, not Star Trek.
Spike: Well, well, well. Looky here.
Harmony: Is it safe? Has Buffy gotten to you yet? I saw her patrolling just now... with a stake! She won't give up until she's killed me to death!
Spike: Buffy's looking for you.
Harmony: Of course! That's why I'm on the lam. Didn't you hear? I'm totally her arch-nemesis!
Spike: Is that right. I must have missed the memo.
Harmony: There was a mem-? Spike, oh my god! This is like a real emergency! Uhh! I need a hideout so bad. You're my only hope. We're just gonna have to rise above... our petty differences... Listen, Spike ... I'm desperate.
Spike: Desperate, are you?
Harmony: Come on, Spike. Pretty please? I'll do anything!
Spike: Anything, will you?
Harmony: Yeah! I said I'll do anything. Ohhhh. You mean will I have sex with you? Well, yeah.
Dawn: Did you know that one time the CIA tried to kill Fidel Castro with poisonous aspirin?
Buffy: Dawn, please. I know I have to do something, I just don't know what.
Dawn: Another time the CIA-
Dawn: It's important.
Dawn: Tried to make Castro go crazy by putting itching powder in his beard. It's about the government!
Spike: Okay, is it bigger than a breadbox?
Harmony: No. Four left.
Spike: So it's smaller than a breadbox.
Harmony: No! Only three!
Spike: Harmony... is it a sodding breadbox?
Harmony: Yes! Oh my god! Someone's blondie bear is a twenty-question genius!
Riley: It's not about him. It's about us. You're getting stronger every day, more powerful. I can't touch you. Every day, you're just... a little further out of my reach.
Buffy: You wanna touch me? I'm right here. I'm not the one running away.
Riley: Not yet.
Buffy: So you have this all figured out? I'm bailing because you're not in the super club.
Riley: It's human nature.
Buffy: Don't Psych 101 me. Not now. Not after everything that... Nobody has ever known me the way you do. Nobody. I've opened up to you in ways that I've never opened up to... God, you're just sitting back there thinking that none of this means anything to me.
Riley: I never said that.
Buffy: Because it obviously doesn't mean anything to you. Do you really think so little of me-
Buffy: No! No. Do you think that I spent the last year with you because you had super powers? If that's what I wanted, then I'd be dating Spike. Riley, I need you. I need you with me... and I need you healthy. But if you wanna throw it all away because you don't trust me, then... then I'm still gonna make you go to that doctor.
Harmony: I read in a magazine that some women think a man's real sex organ is his brain. Yecch! No contest. I mean, look at it. It's so... pink and wriggly-looking. Can I touch it?
Spike and Doctor: No!
Harmony: Oh my god, you're awake?
Doctor: Local anesthetic.
Harmony: Wow, Spikey, how does it feel?
Spike: Like someone's cutting into my brain with a knife, you silly bint.
Buffy: You are not going to die.
Riley: Bet you say that to all the boys.
Buffy: No. There is one peroxided pest whose number is up.
Spike: Buffy, Buffy, Buffy! Everywhere I turn, she's there! That nasty little face, that... bouncing shampoo-commercial hair, that whole sodding holier-than-thou attitude.
Harmony: Well, aren't we kinda unholy, by the-
Spike: She follows me, you know, tracks me down. I'm her pet project. Drive Spike round the bend. Makes every day a fresh bout of torture.
Spike: You don't understand. I can't get rid of her. She's everywhere. She's haunting me, Harmony! This... has got to end.
Graham: It's a good thing Buffy found you when she did, 'cause you were about to detonate big-time. Always said she's pretty impressive.
Riley: You know, she really is.
Graham: But you know you don't belong here, right? This town? I mean, you're nothin' here.
Riley: Hey. What are you saying?
Graham: Come on, man. You know it's true. There's nothing for you here.
Riley: There's her.
Graham: Okay, right, there's her. And? You used to have a mission, and now you're what? The mission's boyfriend? Mission's true love? You belong with us.
Spike: Buffy, I love you. God, I love you so much... Oh, god, no. Please, no.