home wallpapers fan videos icons quotes & sounds screencaps links contact me		Quotes | Buffy the Vampire Slayer: S4/Ep9 (65) "Something Blue" prev episode next episode Buffy: Is there something you want to tell me? Riley: What?...Oh, yes—I am a lesbian. Buffy: Well, it's good that you're so open about it. Riley: Oh, hey, you know how we were talking about having a picnic? I was thinkin'...do you ever hang out at Rhode's field? It's beautiful there. Usually not that crowded, either. I thought maybe we could have a little spread—sandwiches, maybe some ants? It'll be fun. Buffy: We were talking about having a picnic? Riley: So, was that a conversation I actually had, or one I was just practicing? Buffy: Practicing? Riley: Okay, yes—I have been known to do a little prep work before our conversations. It's not easy, you know, talking to you sometimes. It's like an oral exam. Buffy: Boy...that's just what every girl longs to hear. Riley: Well, you're tricky! Buffy: Like an exam? Riley: I never know how you're going to react to something. That's why I like you so much. You're a mystery. Probably every beautiful girl in the world has some jerk telling her she's a mystery, but..I swear. You really are. There's a lot about you that needs puzzling out...I lose you somewhere? Buffy: Right around..beautiful. Riley: Hey—don't you just love a picnic? Buffy: It's just, different, you know? A picnic. First of all, daylight—kind of a new venue, Buffywise. And the best part—he said he would bring all the food, so all I have to do was to show up and eat. Those are two things I'm really good at. Willow: So he's nice? Buffy: Very, very. Willow: And there's sparkage? Buffy: Yeah. He's—have you seen his arms? Those are good arms to have. Buffy: I really like him. I do. Willow: But..? Buffy: I don't know. I really like being around him, you know? And I think he cares about me... but...I just...feel like something's missing. Willow: He's not making you miserable? Buffy: Exactly. Riley seems so solid. Like he wouldn't cause me heartache. Willow: Get out. Get out while there's still time. Buffy: I know...I have to get away from that bad boy thing. There's no good there. Seeing Angel in LA.. even for five minutes...hello to the pain. Willow: The pain is not a friend. Buffy: But I can't help thinking—isn't that where the fire comes from? Can a nice, safe relationship be that intense? I know it's nuts, but.. part of me believes that real love and passion have to go hand in hand with pain and fighting. I wonder where I get that from. Spike: It's about time. Hope you got it warm enough. I don't know why you're so dainty all of a sudden. You've done this for Angel—you must have...Hey! Give it! Buffy: Okay, that's it. The invalid amnesiac routine is over. The kitchen is closed until you can tell me something useful about the commandos. Spike: I'm tryin' to remember. It was very traumatic. Buffy: How long are you going to pull this crap? Spike: How long am I going to live once I tell you? Giles: Look, look, Spike — we have no intention of killing a harmless...uh, creature... but we have to know what's been done to you. We can't let you go until we're sure that you're...impotent — Spike: Hey! Giles: Sorry, poor choice of words. Until we're sure you're, you're... Buffy: Flaccid? Spike: You are one step away, missy. Buffy: Giles, help! He's going to scold me. Buffy: You know what? I don't think you want us to let you go. Maybe we made it a little too comfy in here for ya. Spike: Comfy? I'm chained in a bathtub drinkin' pig's blood from a novelty mug. Doesn't rank huge in the Zagut's Guide. Buffy: You want something nicer? A look at my...poor neck? All bare and tender and exposed...all that blood just...pumping away. Giles: Oh, please. Spike: Giles, make her stop. Giles: If those two don't kill eachother, I might lend a hand. Willow: What about a truth spell? I'm not positive it would work on a vampire, but we could try. Make him fess up? Giles: A truth spell, of course. Why didn't I think of that? Willow: ‘Cause you had your hands full with the undead English Patient? Willow: Looks pretty simple. I'll stop by the magick shop tomorrow. Giles: Excellent. Willow: Alright. I'll be back in the morning with donuts and motherwort. Giles: Um, Willow may have had a very helpful idea. She seems to be coping better with Oz's departure, don't you think? Buffy: She still has a way to go, but yeah—I think she's dealing. Spike: What, are you people blind? She's hangin' on by a thread. Any ninny can see that. Willow: Devon said that he sent for his stuff. I guess that means he's planning on settling down somewhere...else. Not here. Buffy: I guess so.. Willow: I feel like I've been split down the center and half of me is lost. Buffy: I know. It feels like that now.. Willow: Oz is gone. Machine: "This is Buffy and Willow. We're not in right now, so please leave a message." Giles: Oh, uh, Willow.. It's Giles. Um.. I thought you were bringing the ingredients for that spell?I really have to— Spike: "Passions" is on! Timmy's down the bloody well, and if you make me miss it, I'll— Giles: You'll do what? Lick me to death?—Look, uh.. Willow.. I think we ought to try the spell. Among other things, I'd like to shower sometime today. Alone. Buffy: Driving. Riley: Yeah. Buffy: You seriously drive for fun. Riley: Well, not four-wheeling or anything, but yeah. Don't you? Buffy: Actually, no-wheeling is more my specialty. I'm an avid pedestrian. Riley: You're kidding, right? I mean, you know how to drive.. Buffy: Well, I took the class.. Cars and Buffy are, like...un-mixy things. Willow: I interrupted. You've got apples. My mist. Riley: Wait. Sit. There's plenty to go around. Buffy: Did something happen? Is something wrong? Willow: No...Everything's fine. Same. Buffy: Oh. Willow: Your apples are turning brown, the way they do. Riley: Yeah, I guess they do that. Buffy: Yeah. Willow: Yeah. Xander: Geez, you mean Oz just sent for his stuff and didn't even call her? That's pretty harsh. Anya: I only wish I had my powers back. I'd liquify his entrails for her. Xander: That's sweet. God, poor Will. No wonder she's—having a wonderful time. Buffy: Wow. Way to re-bound. Xander: I believe that's the dance of a brave little toaster. Willow: Hey, guys! C'mon! This music's great! Xander: It's nice to see you brought your boogie shoes tonight, Will. Willow: Yeah...I-I know I've been sort of a party-poop lately, so I said to myself, "Self!" I said, "It's time to shake and shimmy it off." Buffy: Sounds like a good policy. Willow: Yeah! And it works, too. You know, I figure, in the grand scheme of things, we're all just— Buffy: Drunk..? Willow: Drunk...I mean, that's such a-a strong word. Kind of a guttural Anglo-Saxon word. Drunk. Xander: Will, not loving the drowning of the sorrows. Willow: Not drowning—wading. A-a-and.. See? Light. No big. Buffy: No big? Anyone remember when Buffy had the fun beer-fest and went one-million years B.C.? Xander: Sadly without the fuzzy bikini... Anya: Off topic, Xander. Xander: Right. Topic now. Xander: Will, how about you give me that beer? Willow: No! Why should I? I've got pain, here — big-time legitimate pain. Xander: We all have pain, Will. Willow: Oh, like what? "Oh, poor me...I live in a basement." Yeah, that's dire. Buffy: Okay, you know what? That's it—I'm taking you home. Willow: No, I don't want to. Buffy: Well, you'll thank me when you still have a friend in the morning. Willow: I just can't stand feeling this way. I want it to be over. Buffy: It will. I promise. But it's gonna take time. Willow: Well, that's not good enough. Buffy: I know. It's just how it is. You have to go through the pain. Willow: Well, isn't there someway I can just make it go away? Just ‘cause I say so? Can't I just make it go "poof"? Willow: Harken all ye elements, I summon thee now. Control the outside, control within. land and sea, fire and wind. Out of my passions, a web be spun. From this eve forth, my will be done. So mote it be. Willow: It is my will that my heart be healed. Now. I will that this book speak it's words to me. I will that this Q-Tip gets...unbendy..? Willow: Giles, what are you doing here? Giles: I'm...a bit concerned about you, actually. Willow: Did Buffy tell you about the beer, 'cause.. Giles: Uh, Buffy didn't tell me anything.. Willow: Oh, well...forget the beer part, then. Giles: Happily. Giles: I came because we had an appointment the other day... Willow: Oh...Right, right...The truth spell. Giles: Yes, um...Willow.. I know that you're going through a very difficult time...But, sherking your responsibilities— Willow: But.. I didn't — sherk. I...Did the research, and I picked up the motherwort, I just forgot the doing the spell part. Giles: Well, that isn't like you at all. Willow: I know. I-I've been off. I-I even tried to do a spell last night. To have my will done? I was hoping it would make me feel better. But it just went ka-blooey. Giles: A spell? I don't think it's wise for you to be doing that alone right now. Your energy's too unfocused. Giles: I only meant that you're grieving, and it might be wise if you took a break from doing spells without supervision. Willow: So I get punished ‘cause I'm in pain? Giles: It's not punishment. I'm only saying this because I— Willow: Oh, you care. Yeah. Everybody cares. Nobody wants to be inconvenienced. You all want me to take the time and go through the pain, as long as you don't have to hear about it anymore. Giles: No, that's not fair. Willow: Isn't it? ‘Cause I'm doing the best I can and it doesn't seem to be enough for you guys. Giles: And I see how you could feel that way, I do— Willow: No, you don't. You say that you do, but you don't see anything. Giles: Um.. Oh, sorry.. Um, sorry. P-perhaps I'd better be going. Let's um, let's talk about this later. Giles: Elobe, enemy, be now, quiet. Spike: You know.. not too keen about this spell stuff. Tends to be a bit unpredictable. Giles: Yes, well, you might have thought about that sooner. Um...Let your decietful tongue be.., Be...Uh..,Let no...Untruths...Be spoken.. Spike: Hey, what's that all about? Giles: Hm? Oh, nothing. I just got ash in my eye. Spike: Well, I won't have you doin' mojo on me if you can't read properly. You might turn me into a stink beetle or what all. Giles: T'would be a generous ending for you, Spike. Willow: I mean, I'm going through something. I just don't see why he was getting down on me. Buffy: Giles just worries. Spells can be dangerous. It doesn't mean he thinks you're a bad witch. Willow: I am a bad witch. Buffy: No, you're a good witch. Willow: I'm not kidding anyone. If I had any real power, I could have made Oz stay with me. Buffy: Will, you wouldn't have wanted him to have stayed— Willow: And I didn't have the guts to do the spell on Veruca, and my "I Will it So" spell went nowhere. The only real witch here is fuzzy little Amy. Buffy: I think you're being a too hard on yourself. Willow: She's got access to powers I can't even invoke. I mean, first—she's a perfectly normal girl...Then poof—she's a rat. I could never do something like that. Buffy: Hello? Uhh.. I'll be right there. (to Willow) Spike escaped. Willow: A-and you're going? Now? Buffy: Sorry—duty thing. Willow: Well, I mean, what's the rush? Spike can't hurt anyone, right? And I figured since I'm kinda grievey, would could, uh..you know, have a girl's night. We could eat sundaes and watch Steel Magnolias and you can tell me how, at least I don't have diabetes. Buffy: Will, I can't hang out with you until I get Spike back to Giles, you know that. Okay, I'll be back as soon as I can. I promise. Willow: I don't see the big. He's probably just standing out there. You could find him in two seconds. Buffy: Thought that was gonna take longer. Spike: Me too. Musta got.. turned around...Hang.. hang on, this—this is it. Wait...no...yes. Buffy: What are you talking about? Spike: The lab. Commando lab. The door was right here where I escaped. Spike: Open up! I'm gonna kill you! Buffy: Spike, there's nothing there. Spike: Let me in! Fix me.. Buffy: Okay, drop the act. Buffy: One more word out of you, and I swear.. Spike: Swear, what? You're not gonna do anything to me. You don't got the stones. Buffy: Oh, I got the stones. I got a whole bunch of...stones. Spike: Yeah? You're all talk. Buffy: GILES! I accidentally killed Spike. That's okay, right? Willow: I mean, I'm going through something. You'd think every once in awhile Buffy would make best friends a priority. Xander: You know, Will, it's not like she could just let Spike go. Spike: I get this spell reversed, they'll be finding your body for weeks. Buffy: Oh, make a move—please. I'm dying for a good slay. Willow: Spike's more important than me. I get it. Xander: Buffy's gotta find out what's up with those commandos. Right now she needs Spike. Willow: Well, fine. Why doesn't so just go marry him? Giles: If the two of you could remain civil long enough to— Buffy: It's just so sudden. I don't know what to say. Spike: Just say yes, and make me the happiest man on earth. Buffy: Oh, Spike! Of course it's yes! Giles! You'll never believe what's happened! Willow: It's just not fair. Xander: Willow, I know it's hard to see it right now, but everything you're feeling is because of you and Oz. Not because of Buffy and me or anybody. But eventually you'll meet somebody else, and it'll be better. Willow: Yeah, ‘cause most relationships are great and trouble-free. I don't think so. I think we're all doomed to badness. Xander: We're not doomed. Willow: Oh, yeah? Let's-let's look at your bio. Insect Lady, Mummy Girl, Anya... You're a demon magnet. Xander: I was just trying to help. Giles: Willow, it's-it's me. Something's happened. I need your help. I can't see very well. Everything's blurred. I'm certain it's a spell of some kind, because.. well..it seems something else is going wrong... Buffy: Here you go...98.6. Giles: ...horribly wrong. Buffy: There's so much to decide. Ceremony, guests, reception..., Spike: Well, first thing I'd say, we're not having a church wedding. Buffy: How 'bout a daytime ceremony. In the park. Spike: Fabulous. Enjoy your honeymoon with the big pile of dust. Buffy: Under the trees. Indirect sunlight, only. Spike: Warm breeze tosses the leaves aside, and again—you're registering as Mr. and Mrs. Big-Pile-of-Dust. Buffy: Stop it! This is our wedding and you're treating it like a big joke! Spike: Oh, pouty! Look at that lip.. gonna get it...gonna get it... Buffy: Oh...stop.. Giles: Yes, please stop. Buffy: Giles, did you see my ring? Giles: Thankfully, not very well. Buffy: I'm not crazy, and I know that you probably don't approve, and my father's not that far away, I mean, he could...but this day is about family—my real family—and I would like you to be the one to give me away. Giles: Oh, Buffy! That's.. that's so...Oh! For God's sake! This is nonsense. Something is making you act this way. Don't you realize what you're doing? Buffy: Living a dream. Giles: He's gonna have to take a bit of time to get used to it, pet. Buffy: they all will. (She turns back to Giles) But you guys wern't crazy about Angel at first, either. Spike: You wern't gonna say that name. Buffy: Sorry. Why don't we talk about where we're going to register. Spike: Well, where would Angel like to register? And can we have the photographer Angel would've wanted? And, flowers Angel would have liked? Buffy: Hey! You think I don't live with the shadow of Drusilla over my head? That I'm not wondering if you're going to be thinking of her on our honeymoon when you're making sweet love to me..? Buffy: Giles are you okay? Giles: I rather think not. I seem to be rather...rather...blind. Completely, in fact. Spike: What you want is a general reversal spell. Gonna need supplies. Giles: Are you.. helping me? Spike: Well, it's almost like you're my father-in-law, in'nt? Buffy: See? This is how it's gonna be. Spike'll even take care of you while I'm at the magic shop. From now on, we're a family. Buffy: Riley, look...aren't they beautiful? Riley: Um, yeah...they're nice. A little dressy, maybe...for school, but.. Buffy: I'm getting married—can you believe it? Riley: I don't think "no" is a strong enough word. Buffy: I think maybe we fought because we couldn't admit how we really felt about each other. Riley: Can we start again? Buffy: You'll really like him. Well, nobody really likes him... Riley: I just need to clear a few things up... Buffy: ...I don't even really like him.., Riley: Buffy... Buffy: ...but I love him. I do. Buffy: Don't be mad. Riley: I'm not mad! Buffy: No, you are mad! Riley: No, I am! Er...I really.. Wow. Who is this guy? Does he go here? Buffy: Spike? Oh, no...He's totally old. Riley: Old. Buffy: Well, not as old as my last boyfriend was. Riley: Okay.. It's late...and I'm, I'm very tired now. So, I'm just gonna go far away and be...away. Xander: That's okay, mom—we don't need anymore snacks. Anya: I liked those fruit roll-ups. Xander: Shush, I thought she'd never clear out. Besides, just think of my lips as, the fruit roll-ups of love. Okay, that was gross. I'm a little distracted. Willow was really upset. I shouldn't have let her go away mad. Regaining focus. Anya: We just got rid of your mom. Let's not bring Willow into this. It's time for just the two of us. Buffy: Aren't they a perfect little us? Spike: I don't like him. He's insipid. Clearly human. Buffy: Ooh, red paint. We could smear a little on his mouth—blood of the innocent... Spike: That's my girl... Giles: Stop that right now! I can hear the smacking. Buffy: Honey, we need to talk about the invitations. Now, do you wanna be William the Bloody, or just Spike? ‘Cause, either way, it's gonna look majorly weird. Spike: Where as the name Buffy gives it that touch of classic elegance. Buffy: What's wrong with Buffy? Giles: Huh...such a good question. Spike: Well, it's a terrible name. Buffy: My mother gave me that name. Spike: Your mother, yeah, she's a genius. Buffy: Don't you start in on my mother. Giles: What's going on? Anya: Demons. They keep coming and coming. Xander: I think we lost them, but I couldn't see....Spike! He's all untied! Which you probably noticed. Buffy: Xander, calm down, okay? If you lost them, that'll give us some time to figure this out. Maybe the demons have something to do with Giles being blind. Anya: Giles is blind? Giles: Please stop whatever you're doing. You smell like fruit roll-ups. Spike: This is the crack team that foils my every plan? I am deeply shamed. Anya: Why are you holding hands? Spike: They have to hear it sooner or later.. Buffy: Spike and I are getting married! Xander: How? What? How? Giles: Three excellent questions. Spike: What are you lookin' at? Buffy: The man I love. Xander: Can I be blind, too? Xander: Wait...married...I know something...what is it..? Everything's so familiar...Work, brain,work! Oh! Oh oh! Willow! Buffy: Mm..what about Will.. Mmm, honey, get off. Xander: Something about Willow and her griefy-poor-me mood swings—so, so tired of it. Anya: You mean I don't have to be nice about her anymore? Xander: She told me I was a demon magnet, a-and you two should get married. Giles: And...that I didn't see anything. Buffy: She did a spell. Giles: Yes...to have her will done. Whatever she says is coming true. Buffy: And you both were affected. I probably only escaped because I'm the Slayer. Some kind of natural immunity. Xander: Yeah. Right. You're marrying Spike because you're so right for each other. Buffy: Xander. Spike: That's it—you're off the usher list. Xander: Why does he have to come? Buffy: Xander, Spike is going to be my husband. I want him included. Spike: I agree with Xander here. Seems like a lot of work for people who hunt us. Buffy: Spike, these are my friends. Besides, it's kinda my job. Spike: For now. Buffy: What? You want me to stop working? Spike: Let's see—do I want you to give up killing all my friends? Yeah, I've given it some thought. Spike: Wear this to the rehearsal dinner and the whole thing's off. Buffy: Shut-up, honey. Anya: D'hoffren. He made me a demon 1120 years ago. Buffy: Why would he attack Willow? Anya: I don't believe he did. D'hoffren: You have much anger and pain. Your magic is strong, but your pain—it's like a scream that pierces dimensional walls. We heard your call. Willow: I-I'm sorry. I'll try for a quiet rage. Bye. D'hoffren: Our intention is not to quash your potential—quite the contrary. Anya: I'd been dumped, I was miserable, doing a few vengeance spells—boils on the penis, nothing fancy. Xander: Please skip ahead. Anya: Ta'hoffren got wind of me, he offered to elevate me. Buffy: Meaning? Anya: He made me a demon. Buffy: Oh God, Willow. But, you can summon this guy from this crypt, right? You can make him stop...oh my God! Wouldn't this be a perfect place for pictures? Anya: Blesséd be, the name of D'hoffren. Let this space be now a gateway to the world of Arash Ma'har, where demons are spawned. D'hoffren: The pain and suffering you brought upon those you love is inspiring. You are ready to join us here in Arash Ma'har. Willow: Pain...What pain? Anya: We come in supplication. We bend as the reed.. in the flow of the, uh.. No, wait...we-we come in the flow of the, uh.. Ugh! Blesséd be, the name of D'hoffren.. Spike: They're strong, and I can't fight. If they get in, I don't know if I can protect you. Buffy: You think you have to protect me? Spike: Oh, not with the Girl-Power bit! Willow: Oh, God. But I didn't mean to! D'hoffren: But you did. This is the result of your power. You will make a fine vengeance demon. Willow: No, please! You have to help them! D'hoffren: It is not my concern. You are my interest in this matter. Willow: Really.. no offense intended...I mean, you've been super-nice and everything, but... I don't want to be a demon. I just wanna go back and help my friends. D'hoffren: That is your answer? Willow: It-it is. D'hoffren: I'm sorry to hear that. Oh well. Here is my talisman. You change your mind, give us a chant. Willow: Let the healing power begin. Let my will be safe again. As these words of peace are spoken, let this harmful spell be broken. Buffy: Oh, ugh.. Spike: Oh, bloody hell! Buffy: Spike lips! Lips of Spike! Anya: How long are you going to keep making these? Willow: Oh, until I don't feel so horribly guilty. I figure about a million chips from now. Also, I have to detail Giles' car. Willow: Look, cookies. A very not-evil thing I did. Oatmeal? Giles: Yes, very funny, they're chocolate chip. I can see them. I still need my glasses, though. You could be more specific and give me 20/20. Willow: Eat a cookie; ease my pain? Buffy: Mm. Better? Willow: Well, baking lifts about 30% of my guilt, but only 7% of my inner turmoil. Guess that'll just take awhile. Buffy: It'll happen. Spike: Don't I get a cookie? Buffy: No. Spike: Well, I gotta have something. I still have Buffy taste in my mouth. Buffy: You're a pig, Spike. Spike: Yeah.. well I'm not the one who wanted, "Wind Beneath My Wings" for the first dance. Buffy: That was the spell. Willow: Did I mention about the sorry part? Buffy: We may be into a forgetting spell later. I loved him. We were betrothed. Willow: Well, at-at least you were getting along. Buffy: But we wern't. I mean, I wasn't even nice. And the bad-boy thing—over it. Okay, I totally get it. I'd be really happy to be in a nice relationship with a decent, reliable...Oh my God! Riley thinks I'm engaged. Willow: What? Buffy: Riley. He-he-he saw me. What the hell am I going to say?! Buffy: You thought I was serious? Riley: Well, no...um...you wern't serious? Buffy: Oh, God...please. I'd marry a guy named Spike? Riley: Maybe. We haven't known each other that long. Buffy: No, it's just...I saw that fear in your eyes when you caught me looking at wedding dresses, and I had to giveyou a hard time. Riley: I did not have fear in my eyes. Buffy: Yes you did. You were looking at me like I was a cartoon ball and chain. Riley: So you decided to tell me you're getting married. Buffy: Uh-huh. Riley: So, you're insane. Buffy: Uh-huh! Riley: But you're still single. Buffy: Yes. Buffy: You really have a lot to learn about women, Riley. Riley: You're gonna teach me. prev episode next episode