The Body Quotes
The Body Quotes
Buffy: "Hey. Flower-gettin' lady. Want me to pick Dawn up from school? Mom? What are you doing? Mom? Mom? Mommy?"
Joyce: "I think we're just about ready for pie."
Xander: "Then I'll be pretty much ready for barf."
Xander: No, no, barf from the eating. 'Cause all was good, and too much goodness..."
Joyce: "I'm taking it as a compliment."
Willow: "Santa always passes me by. Something puts him off. Could be the big honkin' menorah."
Tara: "Oh, did you write him a letter?"
Xander: "What'd you ask for?"
Dawn: "Um, guys, hello, puberty? Sorta figured out the whole no Santa thing."
Anya: "That's a myth."
Anya: "No, I mean, it's a myth that it's a myth. There is a Santa Claus."
Xander: "The advantage of having a thousand-year-old girlfriend. Inside scoop."
Tara: "There's a Santa Claus?"
Anya: "Mm-hmm. Been around since, like, the 1500s. He wasn't always called Santa, but you know, Christmas night, flying reindeer, coming down the chimney -- all true."
Dawn: "All true?"
Anya: "Well, he doesn't traditionally bring presents so much as, you know, disemboweled children, but otherwise..."
Tara: "The reindeer part was nice."
Buffy: "She's cold."
911 Operator: "The body's cold?"
Buffy: "No, my mom! Sh-should I make her warm?"
Buffy: "No. No. Don't. No, it's too late."
Buffy: "They're, they're coming for her, no, no, we're-"
Buffy: "We're not supposed to move the body!"
Dawn: "Kevin Berman called me a freak in front of everybody. No, that's no big deal."
Lisa: "He didn't say you were a freak."
Dawn: "Forget it."
Lisa: "He just said you wer... freaky. Which, you know, freaky can be... sort of cool."
Dawn: "Oh yeah. Real cool. I'm a suicidal head-case."
Lisa: "You know it was Kirsty. She was telling people how you were into cutting yourself, and how you-"
Dawn: "That's such a lie! I got cut. By accident. One time."
Lisa: "She was telling people that you were adopted."
Dawn: "What a prima bee-yotch. I swear, if I could make her head explode using only the power of my mind? That's what I'd be doing right about now."
Kevin: "So I heard you, like, had a freak-out and cut yourself."
Dawn: "Uh, no, not even. It was a whole... it was so not..."
Kevin: "I've felt like that before. Things get so crazed, you know, you just feel like you wanna do something... extreme."
Dawn: "Yeah. I just... I had a lot of intense stuff going on. A lot of people don't understand that. Pain."
Dawn: "What's going on? Something's going on."
Buffy: "Let's go outside."
Dawn: "No. Tell me what's going on."
Buffy: "It's... bad... news."
Dawn: "Well, what is it? What happened?"
Buffy: "It's bad. Please, can we-"
Dawn: "Where's Mom?"
Buffy: "Mom ... had an accident. Or, um... something went... wrong from the tumor."
Dawn: "Is she okay? Is she... but she's okay? But... it's, it's serious, but..."
Willow: "What do you think? The, the, the purple, right? 'Cause, 'cause it's somber?
No. No, it's too depressing, i-it's like, um, a... funeral, god, I... Well, this is, this is
cheerier, maybe, I-I wanna be cheery, like, like everything is normal? No, that's rude, that's,
that's disrespectful. 'La la la! I don't care!' If I had that blue one - Jo-Joyce really liked
the blue one. She told me one time. You, you sure it's not in your room?"
Tara: "I-I-I could look again."
Willow: "No, no, I-I, I should, I should wear the purple. The purple, I, I, I think the purple, it's just that it's so, I don't know, i-it doesn't mean something bad?"
Tara: "I think it's, um... royal. Purple means... royalty."
Willow: "Well, I can't see Buffy at the morgue and be all royal! 'Oh, I'm the king of
everything, I'm better than you!' I have to be supportive, I, Buffy needs me to be supportive,
I... God, why do all my shirts have such stupid things on them? Why can't I just dress like a
grownup? Can't I be a grownup?"
Tara: "Shh. Shh, darling."
Willow: "I can't do this."
Tara: "We can do this."
Willow: "Okay. We can be there for Buffy. And Dawn. Little Dawn."
Tara: "We can be strong."
Willow: "Strong like an Amazon?"
Tara: "Strong like an Amazon, right."
Anya: "So... what do we do?"
Xander: "I'm not sure. We'll, uh, talk to Giles."
Anya: "Xander, what will we do? What will we be expected to do?"
Xander: "How you doing? I know the feeling."
Willow: "I'm afraid I'm gonna start to cry again."
Anya: "Xander cried at the apartment. It was weird."
Willow: "I-i-it's a, it's a thing we do."
Xander: "Are they sure this was... natural? I mean, Glory."
Tara: "Uh, Giles was pretty sure that it wasn't, wasn't her."
Xander: "But, I mean, she said she was gonna come after Buffy's family."
Tara: "I don't-"
Xander: "I mean, we should be going after her. I mean, she coulda done it, and, and, covered her tracks."
Willow: "Why would she? She'd want us to know."
Xander: "I'll tell you what it is. It's the frickin' doctors. I mean, they just let her out, you know? Clean bill of health. Dig a hole in your skull. Here's a band-aid. Next!"
Xander: "They should have checked her over, they should have had her in. Well, don't we have enough monsters in this town, the doctors gotta help 'em out?"
Willow: "Xander, I-I don't think it was... any... it just happened."
Xander: "Things don't happen! I mean... they don't just happen. Somebody... I mean, somebody's got..."
Willow: "Okay. Let's go. Come on, you and me. Come on."
Xander: "You know I can't take you."
Willow: "Damn straight."
Willow: "I can't wear this. I, I really should have the other. Joyce liked it so."
Tara: "Do you think you coulda left it in the laundry room?"
Tara: "I'll go check. I'll, I'll just be one minute."
Anya: "Are we gonna see the body?"
Anya: "Are we gonna be in the room... with the dead body?"
Willow: "I don't know. No."
Anya: "Are they gonna cut the body open?"
Willow: "Oh my god! Would you just... stop talking? Just... shut your mouth. Please."
Anya: "What am I doing?"
Willow: "How can you act like that?"
Anya: "Am I supposed to be changing my clothes a lot? Is that the helpful thing to do?"
Willow: "The way you behave-"
Anya: "Nobody will tell me."
Willow: "Because it's not okay for you to be asking these things!"
Anya: "But I don't understand! I don't understand how this all happens. How we go
through this. I mean, I knew her, and then she's, there's just a body, and I don't understand
why she just can't get back in it and not be dead anymore. It's stupid. It's mortal and stupid.
And, and Xander's crying and not talking, and, and I was having fruit punch, and I thought,
well, Joyce will never have any more fruit punch ever, and she'll never have eggs, or yawn or
brush her hair, not ever, and no one will explain to me why."
Willow: "We don't know... how it works... or why."
Xander: "Sorry, sorry, some... pent-up..."
Willow: "Xander... Where did your hand go?"
Xander: "As I was saying, some frustration, and now, uh... I appear to be stuck."
Anya: "My god. Is your hand okay?"
Xander: "Pretty much. I, I'm really sorry."
Anya: "You could have hit an electrical... thing!"
Xander: "And once again with the sorry."
Willow: "Did it make you feel better?"
Xander: "For a second there."
Willow: "A whole second?"
Tara: "I couldn't find it."
Willow: "It doesn't matter. We should get there."
Willow: "I, I wanna be there for Buffy."
Xander: "You're right. The avengers gotta get to the assembly. We'll go. We'll deal.
We'll help. That's what we do. We help Buffy."
Anya: "How are we going to help?"
Buffy: "I think maybe she's... mad at me or something."
Willow: "'Cause you were the one that told her?"
Xander: "How'd she take it?"
Buffy: "Meltdown. She just wouldn't believe me. I still don't think she does."
Anya: "I wish that Joyce didn't die... because she was nice. And now we all hurt."
Xander: "Anya, ever the wordsmith."
Buffy: "Thank you."
Buffy: "I'm sorry... you have to go through all of this."
Tara: "You don't have to worry about me."
Buffy: "Everybody wants to help. I don't even know if I'm... here. I don't know what's
going on. Never done this. That's just an amazingly dumb thing to say. Obviously... I've never done this before."
Tara: "I have. My mother died when I was seventeen."
Buffy: "I didn't know. I'm sorry."
Tara: "No, no, I didn't mean to... I'm only telling you this because... I know it's not
m-my place, but... There's things... thoughts and reactions I had that... I couldn't...
understand... or even try to explain to anyone else. Thoughts that... made me feel like I was
losing it... or, like I was some kind of ho-horrible person. I know it's different for you...
because it's always different, but... if you ever need..."
Buffy: "Was it sudden?"
Buffy: "Your mother."
Tara: "No. Yes. It's always sudden."
Dawn: "Is she cold?"
Buffy: "It's not her... it's not her... she's gone."
Dawn: "Where'd she go?"