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| Quotes | Buffy the Vampire Slayer: S5/Ep8 (86) "Shadow" |
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| Dawn: What is a CAT scan exactly? Buffy: I don't know. It's some...x-ray, I guess. Dawn: Where do they get the CAT scan from? I mean, do they test it on cats or...or does the machine sort of look like a cat? |
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| Tara: (reading the Magic Box ad) "Your one-stop spot to shop for all your occult needs." Catchy. Giles: Think so? Tara: Uh-huh. In a...hard to read sort of way, but I think it's great. |
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| Xander: I'm just saying, I think it's rude. Willow: I wouldn't call it rude. Xander: Rude-ish. Rude-esque. Whatever you want to call it. When a person makes a "destroy all vampires" date, it's simple courtesy to wait for your co-destroyers. Am I right, Giles? Giles: I'm almost certain you're not, but to be fair, I wasn't listening. |
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| Xander: Okay, we were supposed to hook up with Riley this morning, to take on a nest o'vamps holed up in a tomb? So we get there, and guess what? Tell him, Will. Willow: Tomb go boom. Xander: Yep. Captain America blowed it up real good. All by his lone wolf lonesome. Giles: Hmm, uh, rather reckless of him. Xander: I'd say very rather. |
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| Anya: I mean, I for one didn't want to start my day with a slaughter. Which really just goes to show how much I've grown! | |||
| Xander: Oh yeah, this has been fruitful. Trying to look up something you...never saw and don't know the name of. Anya: Just do what I do: flip through the pages and look busy. |
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| Dreg: Most beauteous and supremely magnificent one, this dark spell I hold in my worthless and scabby hand is our gift to you, most tingly and wonderful Glorificus... Glory: Please, call me Glory. And get up, looking at you is hurting my neck. Dreg: Forgive me, shiny special one. I beg of you to rip out my inadequate tongue. Glory: Gimme. |
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| Glory: Does this pump make my ankle look bony? Dreg: No! No, no, your terrifically smooth one, it is the epitome of ankles. To touch such an ankle would be...but I'm not touching. I'm backing away. |
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| Glory: Dreg, is it? Dreg: Yes. Dreg. Your creamy coolness has honored me by speaking my name. Your voice is like a thousand sweet songbirds that- Glory: Yeah, I never tire of hearing that. Look, just so we're clear, the spell's gonna work, right? I mean, nothing worse than a gift that doesn't work. Then I'd have to get all mad and kill you! It's this whole big thing. |
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| Riley: What are you doing in here? Spike: What, me? I was um...uh...what are you doing here? Riley: Looking for the girl who's gonna rip your arms off when she finds out you were in her bedroom. Spike: Oh yeah? Well...me too. |
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| Riley: Were you...were you just smelling her sweater? Spike: No. Well, yeah, all right, I did. It's a...predator thing, nothin' wrong with it. Just...know your enemy's scent, whet the appetite for a hunt. Ah, that's the stuff! Slayer musk, it's bitter and aggravating! |
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| Spike: I know for a bleeding fact the Slayer wouldn't mind me being here. Riley: Right. What's a little sweater-sniffing between sworn enemies? |
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| Spike: Your girl in the habit of buying her enemies drinks? 'Cause she spent the better part of last night with me, doing just that. | |||
| Spike: Okay, how 'bout this one. Twice in recent memory, she's had the lover-wiccas do a deinvite on the house. Keep out specific vamps. Ever ask yourself why she's never taken my name off the guest list? Riley: Because you're harmless. Spike: Oh yeah, right. Takes one to know, I suppose. Least I still got the attitude. What do you got, a piercing glance? Face it, white bread. Buffy's got a type, and you're not it. She likes us dangerous, rough, occasionally bumpy in the forehead region. Not that she doesn't like you...but sorry Charlie, you're just not dark enough. |
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| Riley: You don't know anything about Buffy, you never did. I'm the one who knows what she needs. Spike: Oh yeah? That's why you're with her at hospital right now, giving her what she needs. Riley: What are you talking about? Spike: Don't you know, didn't she tell you? Riley: You tell me. Spike: Mum's sickly. Buffy took her to the hospital for a bit of prod 'n probe. Bite-sized one went too. You know, it's-it's funny her not calling you about that. I've known since last night. |
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| Buffy: Mom, what did they find? Joyce: A shadow. I've got a shadow. (looks at the images on the wall) Somewhere...over there...he showed it to me, but, um...they have to do a biopsy to find out exactly what it is. |
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| Joyce: Doctor says it's too early to be concerned. Buffy: Right. No concern. Joyce: Just a shadow. |
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| Willow: I just wish we knew what we were dealing with. Xander: Our circles are going around in circles. We've got dizzy circles here, Giles. |
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| Giles: Ah, weeping buddha, shoulders your spiritual burden. Makes a lovely paperweight too. | |||
| Tara: I mean, what if she's not a demon or sorceress or spirit or whatever these books cover? What if she's something else altogether? Giles: Something new, you mean? Tara: Something old. So old it pre-dates the written word. Willow: Giles, the Dagon sphere. You said that was created to repel... Giles: That which cannot be named. Willow: So I'm thinking maybe she... Giles: Predates language itself? Xander: Well hey, if it means I don't have to read any more, woo! And might I add a big hoo! |
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| Giles: If Tara's right, then we're blind. There's...there's no way we can determine...her moves, her habits, where she'll turn up next—Oh! I beg your— Glory: Uh-huh. I want these. Giles: Yes, of course! Um, you find everything all right? Glory: No problemo. |
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| Dr. Isaacs: Your mother has...the term is low-grade glioma. It's a brain tumor. The clinical name is oligodendroglioma. It's in the left hemisphere of the cerebrum. In your mother's case the tumor seems to have started there. In other words, it hasn't spread from another part of the body... | |||
| Dr. Isaacs: I know this is very difficult, and, uh, because of the nature of your mother's illness... unfortunately, things may progress very quickly. Buffy: Things? What things? Dr. Isaacs: Symptoms. There's a fair variety that might present. Loss of vision or appetite, lack of muscle control, uh, mood swings... |
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| Dr. Isaacs: Well, there's some literature you might want to look at. If we aren't able to go in surgically, there are a number of new treatments that are very promising. Your mother's prognosis is a lot better today than it would have been only a year ago. Even if the tumor's not operable, she has a real chance. Buffy: What's a real chance? Dr. Isaacs: Nearly one out of three patients with this condition does just fine. |
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| Ben: Excuse me Doc, but they told me you're needed in ICU. Dr. Isaacs: Excuse me, Miss Summers. Buffy: Uh, it's okay. Ben: Thought you looked like you needed a break. Guy's great, but he doesn't have the bone in his head that tells him when to back off. Buffy: You mean...they, they didn't need him? Ben: Well, I'm sure someone does somewhere, they always do. He really is a good doctor. Your mom's in good hands. |
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| Buffy: It's bad. Riley: I know. Buffy: I...I have to do something. Riley: Do something? Buffy: Yeah, like, you know, magic, like a healing spell. Riley: Buffy...people get sick. I don't think magic- Buffy: That attitude's not helping. I have to try. |
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| Anya: Hey...Hey!...HEY!...HEY!! Giles: Anya, your "heys" are startling the customers. Xander: And-and pretty much the state. |
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| Anya: You sold someone a Khul's amulet and a Sobekian bloodstone. Giles: Yes, I believe I did. Anya: Are you stupid or something? Giles: Allow me to answer that question with a firing. Xander: She's kidding!An, we talked about the employee-employer vocabulary no-nos. That was number five. |
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| Anya: You never sell these things together, ever! Bad news! Don't you know about the Sobekites? Willow: Oh! I do. It was an ancient Egyptian cult, heavy into dark magic. Tara: And the Khul's amulet, wasn't that a transmogrification conduit? Anya: Damn straight! Giles: Be that as it may, I still see no reason for concern. I mean, the-the Sobekian transmogrification spells were lost thousands of years ago. And besides, the young woman to whom I sold them would have to have had enormous power— Willow: Young woman? Giles: Oh, dear lord. |
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| Riley: Maybe I'm not making this any better. Dawn: No, I just...this is better. I had my tenth birthday party here. Riley: Really? Dawn: Mm-hmm. We'd just moved to Sunnydale, and...Mom rented the carousel for an entire hour for just me and my friends. Except I hadn't made any friends yet, so...it was just me and Mom and Buffy riding it by ourselves, over and over and over again...for the whole hour, just so Mom felt like we'd gotten our money's worth. She's...she's not gonna get better, is she? Riley: Absolutely she will. Summers women are tough. |
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| Dawn: I'm really glad you're here. Riley: Thanks. Dawn: Buffy's glad too. Riley: Yeah? Dawn: She sure cries a lot less with you than she did with Angel. |
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| Dawn: Everything with him was all...(makes a face and claw motions with hands) eee, you know? Riley: All...? Dawn: You know..."my boyfriend's a vampire" crazy crazy. Every day was like the end of the world. She doesn't get all worked up like that over you. |
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| Buffy: So I figured there has to be some kind of mystical cure, right? I mean, like a, a potion, or a spell or something. We have to look. Willow: We can look...I mean, we will, but...I haven't seen anything. Giles: The truth is, uh, the...mystical and the medical aren't meant to mix, Buffy. Sorry, um...the human mind is very delicate. Too much can go wrong. |
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| Anya: We've done just about enough making things worse for one day, haven't we? Buffy: Why? What do you mean? Xander: Uh, nothing. Anya broke a...bippity boppity boo. A thing. Don't worry about it. Anya: I did not! I didn't break- Giles: Anya, Buffy doesn't need to hear about your ... clumsiness right now. Anya: My clumsiness. I mean, that is so...like...me. Slippery, slippery...butterfingers. |
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| Giles: The, uh, demon woman was here, the one who attacked you. Willow: It's no biggie, she-she just got an amulet and a bloodstone. Anya: That can create a monster. Willow: Okay, biggie. |
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| Buffy: My god, are you guys okay though? I mean, did—no one got hurt, right? Giles: Oh no, thankfully, no, uh, no violence to speak of. Buffy: Okay, so, that's good...How did she get away with this bad mojo stuff? Anya: Giles sold it to her. Giles: I, I, I...I didn't know it was her! I mean, how could I? If it's any consolation, I may have overcharged her. |
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| Tara: Anya figured out what the demon lady's up to. Anya: Yeah, a few thousand years ago there was this cult, the temple of Sobek. Buffy: Sobek. Anya: Reptile demon. Sobekites were reptile worshippers. |
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| Xander: Just once I would like to run into a cult of bunny worshippers. Anya: Great. Thank you very much for those nightmares. |
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| Anya: Anyway, their high priest Khul had great mystic powers. He, um, forged an amulet with transmogrifying crystal. Willow: Transmogrifying is changing a living thing into a different kind of thing. Giles: We've managed to decipher the markings that were on the bloodstone that I sold— that she left with. Um, cobra. She's going to transmogrify a cobra. |
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| Buffy: Okay, so she's making a monster. What for? What does it do? Giles: That's the part...we're working on it. Buffy: Well, you keep working on it I'll go kill it. |
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| Xander: Buffy, this chick creamed you last time. Buffy: That's because I wasn't ready for her last time. I am now. Willow: But you- Buffy: But what? Will, I can't just sit here. I have to do something. |
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| Glory: Chill, worm. I'm gonna make you a star! | |||
| Glory: Chant! Dreg: The form is vessel, rendered new. The base is stone, bathed in blood. The gem is fire and elements rarified... Glory: Sobek, grant the power...that it may mold this wretched creature...that it may be reborn... that it may serve...Ah! Dark incantations! Always overwritten! |
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| Glory: No fair—attacking—when I wasn't even looking! Ow! No, this is no good. I'm out of the moment...and you're not giving me anything I can use. Dreg! I'm not hearing chanting! | |||
| Dreg: He is arisen! Glory: 'Bout damn time! |
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| Xander: That creepy demon woman's conjuring some kind of monster. Riley: And you let Buffy go after her? Alone? Giles: Uh, "let" isn't really a factor when she sets her mind to something, you know that. |
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| Riley: She'll get herself killed. It's crazy. Xander: Yeah. Crazy. Going off alone, half-cocked, instead of waiting for much-needed backup...charging in with a big old hand grenade...oh, wait. Riley: This is different. Xander: Yeah, it is. Buffy needs something she can fight, something she can solve. I don't know what kind of action you're looking for...Do you? |
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| Giles: Buffy! You all right? Buffy: No, I'm really not. I-I couldn't stop her. I couldn't even slow her down. |
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| Giles: Are you badly hurt? I'll, I'll come right over. Buffy: No. No, I-I just wanted to warn you that that thing she conjured, it's loose—it's a big snake thing. Not mayor big, but it's pretty lethal looking. |
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| Xander: Dawn, you okay? Willow: Why was the big snake afraid of Dawn? Buffy: It knows! |
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| Buffy: I've gotta stop this monster before it gets back to Glory. Giles: Glory? Buffy: That's what he called her. Giles, she's gonna know Dawn's the key if we don't- Giles: We will. |
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| Glory: What is taking so long, Dreg? You told me snakey-wakey would find my key. Now why isn't he back here with a beautiful message for me? Dreg: I grovel like a bug, most silky and effervescent Glorificus—Glory! Glory. Your most fresh and cleanness, it's just a matter of time. Glory: Ohh! Everything takes time! What about my time? Does anyone appreciate that I'm on a schedule here? Tick, tock, Dreg! Tick frickin' tock! |
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| Buffy: You want me to stay? Joyce: No, I'm fine. I-I think I should ... talk to Dawn alone. Buffy: Okay. Joyce: Oh. Do I have bad hair? I don't look like scary mom, do I? Buffy: No. You look beautiful. |
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| Riley: You okay? You look pretty beat up. Buffy: Minimal damage of the fighting kind. It's all the other kind. Riley: Come here. Riley: It's okay. Just let it out. I'm right here. Buffy: I can't. Not now. They need me. If I start now...I won't be able to stop. |
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