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| Quotes | Buffy the Vampire Slayer: S5/Ep9 (87) "Listening to Fear" |
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| Joyce: Listen you two, I know this creamed spinach is pretty delicious, but I promise, I won't be offended if you go out for some real food. Buffy: You kidding me? This is the good life. Relaxing in bed while people bring you food on trays. |
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| Dr. Kriegel: The blood work's come back from the lab, and everything seems fine. So, we've scheduled your surgery for day after tomorrow at ten in the morning. How's that sound to you? Joyce: Oh, well, I think they had me scheduled for volleyball, but, ah, we can work around it. |
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| Joyce: Uhh, the day after tomorrow. I don't think I can stand to stay here another two days just waiting. Buffy: Waiting? Gimme a break, we got, we got tons to do. Dawn: We have soap operas to watch and trashy magazines to read. Buffy: And an adjustable bed to fiddle with. That alone will keep me busy for four hours or so. |
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| Joyce: Oh, I really don't need you to stay here, Buffy. I know you've got patrolling to do. Buffy: Not tonight. Tonight I have mom-taking-care-of to do. And besides, Riley's filling in for me with the others. I'm sure they have everything under control. |
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| Xander: Human chest! Human chest! Giles: Sorry! |
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| Giles: My god, what a rough night. Willow: I just did two of 'em! Yay on me! That was pretty cool. Except the part where I was all terrified and...and now my knees are all dizzy. |
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| Xander: Not so much a big success night for me. But I think I should get points just for showing up. Unlike some Riley Finn who shall remain unnamed. | |||
| Willow: Care package! Special delivery for the Summers girls. Now, let's see what I have in this sack of mine. Oh, I feel just like Santa Claus, except thinner and younger and female and, well, Jewish. This is an extra-special gift for your mom, that I know she'll need. A beer hat! See, i-it's got cup holders, and a straw that goes directly into your mouth, and you can fill it with other stuff than beer. And somehow, when I was in the store this seemed like the most important idea and now there's the whole part where I'm crazy. | |||
| Buffy: You got her a book on spells. The girl who can break things by just looking at them, now has a book to teach her to...break things by looking at them? | |||
| Willow: Oh, Buffy—I have this for you. Buffy: Homework? Oh. I don't believe in tiny Jewish Santa any more. Willow: And a yo-yo. |
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| Willow: We're doing World War One now. The last exam was really pretty easy, just underlying causes and trench foot. So it should be no hassle to make it up- Buffy: I don't even know if I'm gonna take that exam. Joyce: I'd rip it in half and stick it in bed with me! |
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| Dawn: What was she talking about? I mean, that was weird. Willow: She's gonna be fine. Buffy: It's okay. I'm sorry, the doctor spoke to me, and uh, I should have told you. Um, the, the thing that's pressing on her brain, sometimes it, it might make her say weird things. Dawn: Does she know she's saying them? Buffy: Not really. It's sort of like a flash, you know, but you saw her two seconds afterward. She was normal. |
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| Man: Careful, the facts say a-a picnic is in order. What is that thing? There-there's no data. There's no pictures on this one there! What is the data? There's no one in there. Dawn: Buffy? Buffy: Come on, honey. Don't worry about it. |
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| Ben: Don't get me started. The mental ward's booked beyond capacity, literally nowhere to put them, so the ones with families, they're letting 'em go home. Like his family's gonna be able to take care of him. He has to have someone to watch him 24-7! What was he saying to you? Dawn: I— Buffy: Oh, he was just babbling. |
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| Willow: You know what's weird? Tara: Japanese commercials are weird. Willow: Yes. And also, you know some of the stars we're looking at...don't even exist any more? In the time that it takes for their light to reach us, they've died. Exploded. Poof. |
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| Willow: You know, I used to love to look up at them when I was little. They're supposed to make you feel all insignificant, but...they made me feel like...like I was in space...part of the stars. There's...Canis Minor...and...and Cassiopeia. Tara: And the big pineapple. Willow: Hmm. You know, I'm not sure I remember that one. Tara: Oh, it's, it's a major one. |
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| Tara: The real ones never made sense to me, I...sort of have my own. Willow: Teach me. Tara: See those stars over there? "Short man looking uncomfortable". Uh..."Moose getting a sponge bath". Umm..."little pile o'crackers". Tha-that was a bit of a stretch. You do it. What would you call...mm, that one? Willow: Hmm, let's see...A huge flaming meteor about to crash into something! |
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| Guard: I know what I said. I said-I said I won't go away far. A person needs to respect a man. And then it says...that...the facts says...he's got to go take a walk and get some fresh air and find some fresh spaces...and some fresh space! And needs to walk to get...to get where he's going. | |||
| Joyce: This thing doesn't work! It isn't working! Buffy: I'm sure they heard you. Joyce: I bet it's not even hooked up to anything. Just like the push buttons at the crosswalk that are supposed to make the signal change. Buffy: I'm sure someone's on—What, the push buttons aren't hooked up to anything? |
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| Joyce: I can't! I-I can't stay here waiting for two days for this operation, I just can't. It makes my head hurt to be here, can't you tell that? Dr. Kriegel: Joyce, there's no reason to get upset. Joyce: No reason to get upset? Oh, right, sorry, I must just think there is because of my brain tumor! |
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| Riley: Everyone stay close. I'm glad you called me in on this. Xander: Glad you answered. Riley: Oh, yeah. I'm sorry about last time. Heard I missed out on some fun. Xander: Oh, yeah, fun was had. Also frolic, merriment, and near-death hijinks. |
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| Anya: Is it hot? 'Cause, uh, if there's radiation, you could like go all sterile. Riley: No, it's not hot. It's warm. And broken. It's sort of- Giles: Hollow. Riley: Yeah. Anya: So, uh, we're all thinking the same thing, right? Xander: Festive pinata? Delicious candy? Willow: Something evil crashed to earth in this and then broke out and slithered away to do badness. Giles: In all fairness, we don't really know about the slithered part. Anya: Oh, no. I'm sure it frisked about like a fluffy lamb. |
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| Riley: No pulse. Anya: Yep, the space lamb got 'im. (Giles gives her a disgusted look) Xander: I don't see any marks on him. Willow: I-I know him! He, he was at the hospital, a mental patient. They released him today. |
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| Riley: Oh, that might be toxic, don't touch it. Xander: Oh yeah, touching it was my first impulse. Luckily I've moved on to my second, which involves dry-heaving and running like hell. Oh, man, does that smell. |
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| Anya: So what do we do now? Willow: We can't call Buffy. I wanna call Buffy! Tara: You can't. She's got...life stuff. That has to come first. Willow: So, so we'll just figure this out ourselves. We're experienced. Anya: Yes, 'cause it seems like we're always dealing with creatures from outer space. Except that we don't ever do that. |
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| Xander: Who votes research? Willow: Research. Riley: Yeah, I think that's a good call. There could have been some other cases like this. I'm gonna stay here, examine the body some more, look around a little bit. Xander: Yeah, don't do anything hunterly. Riley: No, no, I'm just not great at research, which I'm sure you guys figured out. I like me a good crime scene. Giles: Um, give us a call if you need help. Riley: Believe me, something jumps out at me in the dark...you'll hear me even without the phone. Call me if you learn anything. |
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| Willow: I don't wanna be the one who finds the bodies any more. | |||
| Riley: I need to speak to the man at the desk. This is A—this is Riley Finn. You have an Agent Miller, Graham Miller, he'll tell you who...Yes. Emergency frequency. | |||
| Patient: Cold. Cold. Wait! You can't go! Don't you be that kind of barn owl! Please! Please don't go! Please! Please! Please! Please don't—I can't see you! I can't see you! I can't see you! | |||
| Dr. Kriegel: You've got my home phone number, pager number, and here, these are the medications I talked to you about. The sedative aånd so forth, painkillers. Buffy: Right. No problem. Dr. Kriegel: Now, if this is gonna be too much for you, we can make your mom perfectly comfortable here. Buffy: No. No, no, I-I got this. We really, really appreciate- Joyce: You look just like your father when he cries. |
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| Joyce: Oh, it's nice to be home. Dawn: Do you wanna go in to bed, Mom? Joyce: Buffy, no, that light is too bright. It's too bright. Buffy: Oh, okay, okay! Joyce: It's too bright. Buffy, it hurts. It hurts, it hurts my eyes. |
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| Ellis: You Finn? Riley: Yeah. Ellis: Major Ellis. I'm in charge of this op. What's the situation, just the one civilian casualty? Riley: That I know of. This way. Graham: You found a stiff in the woods and called us in? Don't you usually call your girlfriend for this kind of thing? |
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| Riley: I wouldn't touch that stuff in his mouth if I were you. Ellis: Toxic? Riley: No, just messy. Guy seemed to have simply choked on the stuff. Near as I can tell, it's some kind of protein alkaloid. Ellis: Does this fit the profile of any Sub-T you're familiar with? Riley: Not subterrestrial, Major. Extraterrestrial. |
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| Buffy: Mom, wha-what are you doing? Joyce: I'm making breakfast. And you shouldn't eat any more, you're disgustingly fat. |
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| Joyce: Don't touch me! You-you thing! Dawn: Mom, please! Joyce: Get away from me! You're nothing, you're, you're a shadow! Buffy: Mom- Joyce: I don't know what you are or how you got here! Buffy: Mom, it's Dawn. Joyce: Dawn? Honey, what's wrong? |
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| Dawn: She hates me. Buffy: No. Dawn: She called me a thing. Buffy: She loves you. Okay? She's not herself. I told you what the doctor said about the tumor. Dawn: No, not just Mom. People. They keep saying weird stuff about me. Buffy: Are you talking about the man in the hospital? Dawn: He called me a thing too. And there was another one. Weird guy outside the magic shop. He said I didn't belong. He said I wasn't real. Why does everybody keep doing that? What's wrong with me? Buffy: Nothing. It's not you. I think there's something that happens in people's brains when there's something wrong. It's, it's like a short-circuit...and it makes them feel like nothing's real except for them. That's all it is. Look, it is not you. Okay? And if anyone says anything like that to you again, don't listen. Even if it's Mom. |
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| Xander: Look at how teeny Mercury is compared to, like, Saturn. Whereas in contrast, the cars of the same name- Giles: Xander, please, we have work to do here. Xander: I still don't get why we had to come here to get info about a killer snot monster. Giles: Because it's a killer snot monster from outer space. I did not say that. |
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| Giles: Demons enter our world in all sorts of ways, this one came from above. Xander: And the university library's astronomy section is the home of aboveness. Got it. Hey, take in the study material, too. |
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| Tara: We've been scouring all the international periodicals for any other meteorite landings in the last week. Anya: Big zippo. Giles: Well, then it would appear that the world is not being invaded. Tara: I'm pretty pleased about that. |
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| Willow: Uh, guys? I've got some stuff. The most recent meteoric anomaly was the Tunguska blast in Russia in 1917. Some witnesses claimed the meteor was hollow. Xander: Hmm. Maybe with a chewy demon center like ours. |
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| Giles: How far back does this list of anomalies go? Willow: Pretty far. Back to the Queller impact in the twelfth century. Tara: The what? Willow: Queller. I-I don't know why they call it that, it didn't hit a place called Queller or anything. It landed just outside of Reykjavik in Iceland. Xander: Wait, I just saw...Queller. Quell...here, here! "Primitive people used to believe that the moon was a cause of insanity. Sometimes they would pray to the moon to send a special meteor to fix the problem the moon had caused. These meteors were expected to quell" the madmen. Tara: The man in the woods. He was a mental patient. Xander: And he got pretty well...quelled. |
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| Willow: Okay, I'm looking in history right now. It says in the Middle Ages there were these sweeping plagues of madness. People were losing their marbles everywhere. But then it would suddenly subside. And these dates look pretty close. Like-like maybe it happened after each one of the meteor events. Giles: So something emerged from the meteors...and quelled the madmen. Xander: Meteor go boom, crazy guy goes bye-bye. |
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| Tara: Xander's little book made it sound like this Queller thing had to be summoned. So...who summoned it? Xander: Who else? My money's on Glory, our resident beastie summoner. Willow: We should call Buffy. E-except we can't call Buffy. Can we? Giles: No, but we better call Riley. |
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| Riley: Queller demon? Willow: Yeah, that's our perp. It's sort of a scavenger that can be summoned to kill- Riley: Crazy people. Willow: Yeah, how'd you know? Riley: 'Cause I've got five corpses here at the mental ward at Sunnydale Memorial. Willow: You're at the hospital? Oh, listen, Riley, I...I saw Buffy's mom earlier, and she was acting kinda...wacky. Insane wacky, if you know what I mean? Riley: It's okay. Joyce was released earlier today. That intern, um, Ben, told me. They're safe at home. Willow: Oh, good. A-and the thing, the Queller, is it still there? Riley: We - I think I've got it cornered in the air ducts. |
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| Riley: Look, Willow, keep at what you're doing. Call me if you find out how I can kill this thing. Willow: Well, okay, but shouldn't we come help—Oooookay. |
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| Joyce: I wish that someone had bothered to tell me that there would be tennis being played! I just didn't know. Those eyes...Those eyes, they're like gasoline puddles! Tell me. Tell me because I need to know why, why are you staring at me like that? What are you asking me? You are asking me, aren't you? Is this a test? And if this counts for the final grade, I need to know now! Okay, there are teachers, and they put this on the syllabus, but they do not stare down at you, they do not cling, they do not look down on you....You know there are people who are nice, and they give you presents, even when you are bad. Does someone know you're here? Because they should have told you that at the gate. You are not supposed to be here. I need to rest now. I-I don't like the way you're staring at me! (She pauses for a moment, staring wide-eyed) Did they tell you that at the gate? Stop staring at me, I don't like it! |
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| Graham: Trail stops here, edge of the parking lot. Ellis: It stops? Riley: A car. It hitched a ride. Probably underneath. So much for containment. Ellis: So some poor mental patient checks out of here today, drives away with this thing, took it right to his own home. Riley: Checked out today. Ellis: Get me a list of all patients discharged in the last 24 hours. Riley: No. I know where it's going. We've gotta move, now! |
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| Buffy: What? What is it? Dawn: There's something out there, Buffy. It's after Mom! Buffy: You guys stay in here. Don't leave this room. Joyce: It's okay, my baby. It's okay. |
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| Buffy: Spike? Spike: Yeah. Listen, uh, did you hear a noise? Buffy: What the hell are you doing in my house? Spike: Right then, caught me. Your basement's full of junk. And me being in need of, uh, junk... Buffy: You were stealing? Spike: Well, yeah. Can't exactly work the counter at Burger Barn, can I? Buffy: Wait, are those pictures of me? |
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| Buffy: It's gone. I killed it. Joyce: Oh god. Dawn: It's gone? You promise? Buffy: I promise. Everything's all right. Everything's all right. |
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| Dreg: Sir, forgive me. I just want to understand. Why summon the Queller? Ben: What do you think? Because I'm cleaning up Glory's mess. Just like I've done my whole damn life. |
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| Joyce: Buffy, uh, I'm gonna ask you something, a-and if I'm, if I'm being crazy you just tell me, okay? Buffy: You got it. Joyce: The other day ... well, actually, I'm, I'm not sure when, the days seem to all bleed together... Buffy: It's not important. Joyce: No, I guess it isn't. I do know I was...pretty out of it, and I had...not-not a dream...exactly, more like I had this...knowledge, i-it just came to me like....truth, you know? Even though it didn't seem... possible, even though I shouldn't even think such things. Buffy: What? Joyce:That Dawn...She's not...mine, is she? Buffy: No. |
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| Joyce: She's...she does belong to us, though. Buffy: Yes, she does. Joyce: And she's important. To the world. Precious. As precious as you are to me. Joyce: Then we have to take care of her. Buffy, promise me. If anything happens, if I don't come through this- Buffy: Mom- Joyce: No, listen to me. No matter what she is, she still feels like my daughter. I have to know that you'll take care of her, that you'll keep her safe. That you'll love her like I love you. Buffy: I promise. Joyce: Good. Good. Oh, my sweet brave Buffy. What would I do without you? |
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