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Quotes | Buffy the Vampire Slayer: S6/Ep3 (103)
"After Life"

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Tara: This is the fastest way?
Xander: Absolutely.
Tara: You sure?
Xander: Hey, I've done a lot of fleeing on these mean streets. I know all the shortcuts.
Anya: I don't like this. Look, fire. Fire is rarely a sign of imminent safety.
Anya: I think we screwed it up. She's broken.
Willow: No! She's not broken! She's just....disoriented from being...tormented in some hell dimension. Probably tortured and...It's like, we don't even know how much time has passed there for her, uh, possibly years. That's not something you just get over. Oh my God. What if she never gets over it?
Dawn: There you are. Knew you were under that dirt somewhere.
Spike: Thank God. You scared me half to death...or more to death. You...I could kill you.
Dawn: Spike...
Spike: I mean it. I could rip your head off one-handed and drink from your brain stem.
Dawn: She's kind of, um...She's been through a lot, with the...death. But I think she's okay.
Dawn: Um, I was gonna fix 'em. I don't know how they got like that.
Spike: I do. Clawed her way out of a coffin, that's how. Isn't that right?
Buffy: Yeah. That's...what I had to do.
Spike: Done it myself.
Buffy: How long was I gone?
Spike: Hundred forty-seven days yesterday. Uh...hundred forty-eight today. 'Cept today doesn't count, does it?
Spike: How long was it for you...where you were?
Buffy: Longer.
Anya: You're not a zombie, are you?
Xander: Anya!
Willow: Are you in pain?
Xander: What do you remember?
Tara: What do you know about what happened?
Dawn: Hey! Back off!
Willow: Right, uh, Dawn's right. We should just be quiet, and let Buffy tell us what she needs.
Buffy: I, I think I...just wanna go to sleep.
Tara: That's a good idea. You, you should sleep.
Willow: Right. Long day. But, Buffy...be happy. We got you out. We really did it.
Anya: Well, yeah. I mean...jet-lag from hell has gotta be, you know, jet-lag from hell.
Willow: Well, she, she's fine! Normal! She used to go to bed all the time!
Anya: I think Willow's wrong. I don't think she's particularly normal at all.
Xander: Well, she just got back. Give it time. I bet in a week she'll be our little Bufferin again.
Anya: Oh yes, cause six or seven days, that's all you really need to get over eternal hell experiences.
Xander: What are you doing out here? I hope you're not going to start your little obsession now that she's around again.
Dawn: She's kind of, um...She's been through a lot, with the...death. But I think she's okay.
Spike: Willow knew there was a chance that she'd come back wrong. So wrong that you'd have... that she would have to get rid of what came back. And I wouldn't let her. If any part of that was Buffy, I wouldn't let her. And that's why she shut me out.
Xander: What are you talking about? Willow wouldn't do that.
Spike: Oh...Is that right?
Xander: Look. You're just covering. Don't tell me you're not happy. (Spike scoffs) Look me in the eyes, and tell me when you saw Buffy alive, that wasn't the happiest moment of your entire existence.
Spike: That's the thing about magic. There's always consequences. Always.
Tara: How did he take it?
Willow: Um...I'm not sure. I mean...glad, but...kinda weirded out, which I get, you know?
Lots of "dear lords". And I think I actually heard him cleaning his glasses.
Willow: If things did go right, wouldn't you think she'd be...happier? Like, wouldn't you think she would be so happy that we brought her out?
Buffy: What did you do? Do you know what you did? You're like children. Your hands smell of death. Bitches! Filthy little bitches, rattling the bones. Did you cut the throat? Did you pat its head? The blood dried on your hands, didn't it?
Tara: Oh my god, oh my god!
Buffy: You were stained. You still are. I know what you did!
Willow: Okay, what in the frilly heck is going on?
Tara: Maybe we dreamed it.
Willow: Right. Right. Wrong! Different brains.
Tara: Oh yeah.
Tara: Well, what was it talking about? Did you understand it?
Willow: Well, I understood the words, but...no.
Anya: Xander, are you up? I can't sleep. Play a word game with me. Xander, are you awake? Okay, I'm going to describe an adjective with accurate but misleading clues, and then you have to guess what it is. Xander? Xander?
Xander: Very bad. Very, very, very bad. Bad.
Anya: I bet it's a hitchhiker.
Xander: A hitchhiker?
Anya: Um, standard way to travel through dimensions. Uh, some demon-thing sees someone moving between worlds, and grabs on for the ride.
Willow: You mean like, some hell-beastie rode in with Buffy? Like, we're responsible for this?
Willow: It's okay. We, we just kill the beastie and then all is good. We're rolling in puppies, right?
Buffy: So what are we killing?
Anya: A demon you brought back from Hell with you.
Buffy: Oh.
Buffy: Um ... the photographs. O-of us. They changed.
Tara: How did they change?
Buffy: They were...dead. I-I-I mean, we were dead. Like, um, dead bodies? But, but then they were okay. So I just, you know, figured it was me. That I was going crazy.
Anya: Well, maybe you are. Going crazy. From Hell.
Dawn: "Skaggmore demons, Trellbane demons, Skitterers, Large and Small Bone-Eaters". If we get to pick, I say we go with the "Small Bone-Eaters".
Anya: Well, that just means they prefer to eat things with small bones, like you.
Dawn: All of you did it. You stupid children. Did you think the blood wouldn't reach you? I smell the death on you. Look at what you've done!
Anya: Did I look like that? I hope I didn't look like that.
Willow: No, I'm sure you looked really glamorous cutting up your face.
Spike: You can sit down. Got furniture. You should see the downstairs, too, it's quite posh.
Spike: I do remember what I said. The promise. To protect her. If I had done that...even if I didn't make it...you wouldn't have had to jump. But I want you to know I did save you. Not when it counted, of course, but ... after that. Every night after that. I'd see it all again...do something different. Faster or more clever, you know? Dozens of times, lots of different ways...Every night I save you.
Willow: I'm not possessed. I-I think I figured it out. This demon, i-it's not a demon we let out. It's, it's a demon that we made.
Xander: We made a demon? Bad us.
Willow: Think of it like, the world doesn't like you getting something for free, and we asked for this huge gift. Buffy. A-and so the world said, 'fine, but if you have that, you have to take this too.' And it made the demon.
Anya: Well, technically, that's not a price. That's a gift with purchase.
Dawn: If you think you can give her back to me and then take her away again? No. That's worse than if you'd never brought her back. You can't mess with people's lives this way!
Hitchhiker Demon: You don't belong here. Did they tell you, you belonged here? Did they say this was your home again? Were you offered pretty lies, little girl? Or did they even give you a choice?
Dawn: Xander! Drive faster!
Xander: I can't!
Dawn: I could drive faster and I can't drive!
Anya: She's right, you're like a snail. A snail who's driving a car very slowly. Come on, give it the lead foot! We've got to help Buffy with that demon you sent after her!
Willow/Tara: Child of words, hear thy makers. Child of words, we entreat. With our actions did we make thee, to our voices wilt thou bend. With our potions thou took motive, with our motions came to pass. We rescind no past devotions, give thee substance, give thee mass.
Hitchhiker Demon: You're the one who's barely here. Set on this earth like a bubble. You won't even disturb the air when you go.
Buffy: You brought me back. I was in a...I was in hell. I, um...I can't think too much about what it was like. But it felt like the world abandoned me there. And then suddenly, you guys did what you did.
Tara: It was Willow. She knew what to do.
Buffy: Okay. So you did that. And the world came rushing back. Thank you. You guys gave me the world. I can't tell you what it means to me. And I should have said it before.
Willow: You're welcome.
Buffy: Spike, it's daylight and you're-
Spike: Not on fire? Sun's low enough, shady enough here.
Spike: I was gonna go inside, but I overheard you and the Super-friends exchanging a special moment and I came over a bit queasy.
Spike: Buffy, if you're in...if you're in pain, or if you need anything, or if I can do anything for you...
Buffy: You can't.
Spike: Well, I haven't been to a hell dimension just of late, but I do know a thing or two about torment.
Buffy: Wherever I...was...I was happy. At peace. I knew that everyone I cared about was all right. I knew it. Time...didn't mean anything...nothing had form...but I was still me, you know? And I was warm...and I was loved...and I was finished. Complete. I don't understand about theology or dimensions, or...any of it, really...but I think I was in heaven. And now I'm not. I was torn out of there. Pulled out...by my friends. Everything here is...hard, and bright, and violent. Everything I feel, everything I touch ... this is Hell. Just getting through the next moment, and the one after that, knowing what I've lost...They can never know. Never.
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