Tough Love Quotes
Tough Love Quotes
Ben: "I haven't been here... I haven't been here in two weeks. There's an
explanation for this. Which... I... can't exactly give you. I - can I just tell you it's not my fault?"
Doctor: "Sure. You can also tell me that the dog ate your homework, or maybe eating Twinkies made
you do it, or... maybe yeah, that there's really a wicked demonic creature living inside you that takes control of
your body and forces you to do its bidding. Take responsibility for your actions, Ben!"
Glory: "We got this part right, that's for sure. Lot of sucky things in this dimension... bubble baths?
Not one of 'em. Know what I mean?"
Jinx: "I am in thunderous agreement, oh glittering, glistening Glorificus."
Glory: "I wasn't talking to you."
Murk: "Uh, begging your pardon, and begging in general, but... were you talking to me?"
Glory: "Eww. Yeah, right. Like any of you have ever bathed, anyway."
Xander: "Honey. Old saying. 'A watched customer never buys.'"
Anya: "They would if they were patriotic."
Xander: "Okay, I'm goin' in. Patriotic?"
Anya: "Yes. I've recently come to realize there's more to me than just being human. I'm also an American."
Giles: "Yes, I suppose you are, in a manner of speaking. You were born here... your mortal self."
Anya: "Well, that's right, foreigner. So I've been reading a lot about the good ol' us of A,
embracing the extraordinarily precious ideology that's helped to shape and define it."
Anya: "Capitalism. The free market depends on the profitable exchange of goods for currency.
It's a system of symbiotic beauty apparently lost on these old people. Look at 'em. Perusing
the shelves. Undressing the merchandise with their eyeballs all ogle, no cash. It's not just annoying, it's unAmerican."
Giles: "Appalling. Almost as if they no longer think money can buy happiness."
Anya: "Totally unAmerican. Oh, and you know what else is unAmerican? French people."
Willow: "You don't say."
Anya: "From what I hear, they don't tip. Now, French old people? That's really
the bottom of the barrel, you know?"
Xander: "Ahn, how's about we try being a bit less prejudiced, and a bit more inclusive?
Not us, just you."
Anya: "Fine. I'm gonna make those fogeys buy things."
Giles: "I trust everything went well at the university?"
Buffy: "Yep, I'm, uh, all dropped out."
Xander: "Good on you. Welcome to the real world. Lot of fun to be had on the outside. You'll see."
Buffy: "Well, it's just for now. I mean, I'm thinking that I'm probably gonna go back next semester."
Xander: "And that's cool too. Whatever you choose, you've got my support. Just think of me as... as your...
You know, I'm searching for supportive things, and I'm comin' up all bras, so... something
slightly more manly, think of me as that."
Willow: "We were acting out a geometry problem, 'cause I read this really neat article that said kids learn math
better if you, you stimulate their, uh, visual learning pattern. You know, using the right side of the brain instead of
just the left? Stuff like that."
Willow: "So we made a triangle with our bodies, and that's when I called Xander obtuse, and he got really
grumpy and then Dawn said we were 'acute' triangle, and, well, hilarity ensued."
Willow: "It wasn't anything really. Buffy was just a little crabby at Dawn about her schoolwork."
Tara: "Well, it's understandable."
Willow: "Yeah, sure it is. I'd totally be blowing off classes if I were in Dawnie's shoes."
Tara: "Sweetie, you wouldn't blow off a class if your head was on fire. And, I meant Buffy."
Willow: "Buffy what?"
Tara: "Understandable about the crabby. She has to look after Dawn now."
Willow: "It's just... I know I can't... on some level... it's like my opinion isn't
worth anything because I haven't been through... I didn't lose my mom, so I don't know."
Tara: "Well... I-I'm not the expert. I mean, I've only lost the one."
Willow: "I mean, I just feel like the-the junior partner. You've been doing everything
longer than me. You've been out longer... you've been practicing witchcraft way longer."
Tara: "Oh, but you're way beyond me there! In just a few- I mean... it frightens me how powerful you're getting."
Willow: "That's a weird word."
Willow: "It frightens you? I frighten you?"
Tara: "That is so not what I meant. I meant i-impresses - impressive."
Willow: "Well, I took Psych 101. I mean, I took it from an evil government scientist who was skewered by her
Frankenstein-like creation before the final, but I know what a Freudian slip is. D-don't you trust me?"
Tara: "With my life."
Willow: "That's not what I mean."
Tara: "Can't we just go to the fair?"
Willow: "I don't feel real multicultural right now. Wh... what is it about me that you don't trust?"
Tara: "It's not that. I worry, sometimes. You're, you're changing so much, so fast. I don't know where you're heading."
Willow: "Where I'm heading?"
Tara: "I'm saying everything wrong."
Willow: "No, I think you're being pretty clear. This isn't about the witchcraft. It's about the other changes in my life."
Tara: "I trust you. I just... I don't know where I'm gonna fit in... in your life when..."
Willow: "When... I change back? Yeah, this is a college thing, just a, a little experimentation before I get over
the thrill and head back to boys' town... You think that?"
Tara: "Should I?"
Willow: "I'm really sorry that I didn't establish my lesbo street cred before I got into this relationship. You're the
only woman I've ever fallen in love with, so... how on earth could you ever take me seriously?"
Tara: "Willow, please!"
Willow: "Have fun at the fair."
Buffy: "This is for real, Dawn."
Dawn: "No, it's not. I'm not real, so why would my exciting graph of chores be real? Who cares if a key gets an
Buffy: "It's a chart. Not a graph. And you are real."
Dawn: "Yeah? Those monks put grades K through eight in my head. Can't we just wait and see if they drop nine
in there too?"
Buffy: "Damn it, Dawn. This is serious."
Dawn: "Why? Why should I care about any of this?"
Buffy: "Because they'll take you away!"
Dawn: "Take me away? What do you mean?"
Buffy: "They'll take you away from me. That's what your principal told me when you weren't in the
room. If I can't make you go to school, then I won't be found fit to be your legal guardian."
Dawn: "Where would I go?"
Buffy: "I don't know. Dad maybe... or foster care... I, I didn't really want to ask."
Dawn: "You could've told me that."
Buffy: "I just did."
Giles: "You two don't quarrel much, do you?"
Willow: "Never. Until today."
Giles: "Well, now it's over."
Willow: "Over? How can it be over? I just found her!"
Giles: "The quarrel is over."
Willow: "Oh. Yeah."
Willow: "Glory knows who the key is?"
Giles: "Oh god."
Anya: "We've got to call Buffy."
Slook: "Too late. Too late. Glorificus will find the witch, and there's nothing you can do to stop her."
Anya: "Witch? What do you mean?"
Xander: "Man, words cannot express how much I hate this place."
Giles: "It's dreadful."
Anya: "It's like communism."
Spike: "No one's gonna hurt you."
Dawn: "Oh yeah? Same no one who did that to you?"
Spike: "What, these? It's just a few bruises. Nothin' to write home about. Hey, chin up,
platelet. Don't get scared. Maybe Glory doesn't wanna kill you, maybe it's something-"
Dawn: "You wanna know what I'm scared of, Spike? ...Me. Right now, Glory thinks Tara's
the key. But I'm the key, Spike. I am. And anything that happens to Tara... is 'cause of me.
Your bruises, your limp... that's all me too. I'm like a lightning rod for pain and hurt. And
everyone around me suffers and dies. I... must be something so horrible... to cause so much pain... and evil."
Dawn: "What do you know?"
Spike: "I'm a vampire. I know somethin' about evil. You're not evil."
Dawn: "Maybe... I'm not evil. But I don't think I can be good."
Spike: "Well, I'm not good, and I'm okay."
Xander: "Willow. No. It's just for one night."
Willow: "Yeah, I-I know, but... it's a whole night. I don't think I can sleep without her."
Anya: "You can sleep with me. Well, now that came out a lot more lesbian than it sounded in my head."
Buffy: "You cannot even think about taking on Glory."
Willow: "You saw what she did to Tara. I can't let her get away with it."
Buffy: "No. You have to let her get away with it. Even I'm no match for her, you know that."
Willow: "But maybe I am."
Buffy: "You're not. And I won't let you go."
Willow: "This is not your choice. It's mine."
Buffy: "This is not the time."
Willow: "When, Buffy? When is? When you feel like it? When it's someone you love as much as I love
Tara? When it's Dawn, is that it?"
Buffy: "When we have a chance. We'll fight her, when we have a chance. You wouldn't last five minutes with
her, Willow. She's a god."
Willow: "Fine. I'll wait."
Buffy: "It's the only way."
Buffy: "Can I do anything?"
Willow: "Just let me be alone."
Dawn: "It's all my fault."
Buffy: "No. Sweetheart, it is not your fault."
Dawn: "How's Willow?"
Buffy: "She was looking to go all payback-y on Glory for a minute. But I
cooled her down a little. Actually a lot."
Spike: "So she's not gonna do anything rash then."
Buffy: "No. I explained that there was no point."
Spike: "You - so you're saying that a powerful and mightily pissed-off witch... was plannin' on going and
spillin' herself a few pints of god blood until you, what, 'explained'?"
Buffy: "You think she'd... no. I told Willow it would be like suicide."
Spike: "I'd do it. Right person. Person I loved. I'd do it."
Dawn: "Think, Buffy. If Glory had done that to me."
Willow: "Here you go. That's my girl."
Dawn: "Can I help?"
Buffy: "What are you gonna need?"
Willow: "I don't know. They gave me a lot of stuff to... keep her calm. They said I
might have to restrain her at night. But... sometimes she's fine. She looks at me, and...
Buffy: "I'm sorry I couldn't-"
Willow: "It's okay. I can do this. I'm gonna take care of her. Even if she never...
She's my girl."
Buffy: "I understand."
Willow: "I know you do."