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Quotes | Buffy the Vampire Slayer: S6/Ep6 (106)
"All the Way"

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Anya: Um, everything on this table's half off. Including the table.
Anya: Buy one eyeball, get the second one free!
Xander: Arrr! Careful, me mateys! These be fireflies spat from a volcano off the coast of Katmandu. Arr!
Little Boy: You're not a real pirate! Real pirates live on boats and don't look stupid!
Xander: Oh, a salty swabbie! Maybe you be fishin' for the taste...of me hook!
Dawn: So what are you supposed to be?
Anya: An angel.
Dawn: Oh. Shouldn't you have wings?
Anya: Oh no, this is a special kind of angel called a Charlie. We don't have wings, we just skate around with perfect hair fighting crime. Where's your costume? (skates away)
Dawn: Like I'm six years old? Halloween's so lame.
Anya: But you get to dress up, and play games! Xander's gonna teach me a new one after workcalled Shiver Me Timbers. Ever play?
Anya: How 'bout you, ever play Shiver Me Timbers?
Tara: I'm not really much for the timber.
Anya: We're running low on mandrake root. Check the basement.
Buffy: Don't blame me if we have this conversation over and over...and over...and over, and over.
Buffy: What are you doing lurking down here?
Spike: Came through the tunnels. (holds up a handful of vines) Running low on burba weed. Stir it in with the blood. Makes it all hot 'n spicy.
Buffy: Where's the mandrake root?
Spike: Um...here. Only three to a jar. Tend to go a bit wonky if you cram them too close.
Spike: Feel like a bit of the rough and tumble?
Buffy: What?
Spike: Me...you...
Spike: Patrolling? Hello?
Buffy: Oh. Uh...I...should stay. Maybe tomorrow.
Spike: It's not like I don't already have plans. Great Pumpkin's on in twenty.
Buffy: So much easier to talk to when he wanted to kill me.
Buffy: What happened to Xander?
Giles: He kept poking me with his hook. I sent him over to charmed objects. With any luck he'll poke the wrong one and end up in an alternative dimension inhabited by a 50-foot Giles that squishes annoying teeny pirates.
Giles: Buffy, you've been patrolling every night this week. Besides, it's Halloween, it's the one time of the year that supernatural threats give it a well-deserved rest. As should you.
Buffy: Yeah, what about costumes that take over your personality? Or, wee little Irish fear-demon-y thingies?
Giles: Yes, well, if anything calamitous should happen, history suggests it'll happen to one of us.
Buffy: Right, exactly, so I should patrol to avoid any of that—and I'm bagging.
Dawn: Come again!....Uhh! In a zillion years.
Xander: Store go boom. Arrr.
Anya: That was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced.
Anya: What you all did for me tonight ... the astounding heaps of money you helped me...us acquire. All I can say is,
I hope we make as much tomorrow.
Buffy: Tomorrow?
Anya: Oh, post-holiday clearance. The cornerstone of retail.
Giles: Brooms all around, then.
Willow: Or I could whip up a jaunty self-cleaning incantation, it'll be like Fantasia.
Giles: We all know how splendidly that turned out for Mickey.
Dawn: You do this every night?
Anya: Every time I close out the cash register. The dance of capitalist superiority.
Xander: I'm gonna marry that girl.
Xander: Hey, everybody. Can I, um, uh, there's something Anya and I wanna tell you.
Anya: Now?
Xander: Now....We're getting married.
Anya: I thought you were waiting for the right moment?
Xander: I did.
Buffy: Did you know about this?
Giles: No. Unless I blocked it from my memory, much as I will Xander's vigorous use of his tongue.
Buffy: Is that why you're always cleaning your glasses? So you don't have to see what we're doing?
Giles: Tell no one.
Anya: And he said he couldn't imagine the rest of his life without me, and then he gave me this!
Xander: Which I'll be paying for the rest of my life.
Dawn: Can I try it on?
Anya: Oh, absolutely not.
Giles: Where I come from, this sort of thing requires much in the way of libation.
Xander: God save the queen!
Buffy: Sorry we couldn't do the big fancy. You kinda caught us with our parties down.
Anya: Oh, that's okay. This is just the first premarital celebration. There'll be lots more. With gifts.
Anya: This is so much better than the way it usually looks. Thank you.
Buffy: You're getting married! You!
Xander: Me. Choking.
Buffy: Oh, sorry. I just, I can't believe it. Seems like only yesterday you had to pay a girl to date you.
Xander: Like I'd ever pay...Define 'date.'
Buffy: I was only out of commission for three months. How many other things have changed since I've been away?
Dawn: Ooh, I got a tattoo!
Buffy: What?!
Willow: Which is why we told her no.
Dawn: Just a little one?
Buffy: Over my dead body. The kind that doesn't come back.
Janice: Hey Summers. Did you get over the wall okay?
Dawn: Yeah. My sister thinks I'm staying at your house.
Janice: Ahh. The Mominator thinks I'm staying at yours. Can't believe they fell for that one, like, own a TV.
Giles: Anya is a wonderful former vengeance demon, I'm sure you'll spend many years of...non-hell-dimensional bliss.
Giles: Is she moving in with you?
Xander: Um...
Giles: You know, with your combined incomes, you might think about a down payment on a house.
Xander: Like the kind you *live* in?
Giles: No rush. I'm sure you have plenty to think about with the arrangements for the wedding and so on. You've got the rest of your lives to plan the rest of your lives.
Anya: So I was thinking maybe a June wedding. But then I remembered that they always had the highest percentage of calls for vengeance. So now I'm leaning towards as soon as damn possible. I mean, mortal life being so short, we gotta get in as much marital bliss as we can before we wither and die.
Anya: I mean, there's just so much to consider, though, I mean, planning the wedding, and, and new cars, house and babies. You have to plan for babies, or they just run roughshod over your entire existence.
Xander: Yeah, y...you gotta know what to call 'em before they hit college.
Giles: Ah. Rupert is an exceptionally strong name.
Anya: Ha ha ha! Yeah, if we want our progeny to eat paste and have their lunch money stolen.
Buffy: Look, all that matters is that they're happy. Everything else is thick gravy goodness.
Anya: I know. I mean, I am the luckiest ex-demon in the world. I mean, to be able to find the one person in all dimensions that I was meant to be with, and have everything work out exactly as I dreamed. I mean, how often does the universe allow that to happen?
Buffy: You okay?
Xander: Yeah. I just...it's just, I didn't think it would be so much.
Buffy: But this is good. I mean, this is ... love and celebration and moving forward. Anya's right. This is the way life's supposed to work out.
Xander: Right. Deep pools of ooey delight. I'm wallowing, not drowning.
Buffy: Definite wallow action.
Dawn: Yep, way down there at the bottom of the rung. Actually? Kinda under those little rubber feet they use to keep the ladder steady.
Justin: Hey, those are important.
Willow: Hey, we were just gettin' our dance on.
Giles: That was Janice's mother on the telephone. Apparently Janice said that she was staying here tonight.
Xander: Ahh, they're dipping into the classics. You gotta respect that.
Dawn: I've been kissed before. I, I kiss all the time. Not that I'm a kiss slut. Just, you know, with, with the lips and, and the pressing together and stuff? Big expert here.
Tara: Do you think Dawn might have come here?
Willow: It's where I'd be if I were fifteen and on the lam.
Tara: Really?
Willow: Well, not me at fifteen, 'cause, hello, spaz.
Tara: You?
Willow: Yeah. Hard to believe such a hot mama-yama came from humble, geek-infested roots?
Tara: Willow, you are using too much magic. What do you want me to do, just, just sit back and keep my mouth shut?
Willow: Well, that'd be a good start.
Spike: You know...in civilized cultures, that's called trespassing.
Buffy: Good thing you're uncivilized. We got trouble.
Spike: No, it's okay, Giles was by here earlier looking for you. Dawn and her little friend pulled a Houdini. Up to a bit of candy-corn mischief, I suspect.
Buffy: Wait, she's out there running around by herself?
Spike: Yeah, kids these days, eh?
Giles: Mist...cemetery...Halloween. Should end well.
Giles: Janice?
Janice: He bit me. That jerk bit me!
Zack: Like you weren't asking for it.
Giles: I feel certain she wasn't.
Zack: What do you know about it, grandpa?
Giles: Quite a bit actually.
Buffy: Were you parking?! With a vamp?
Dawn: I-I didn't know he was dead!
Justin: Living dead.
Dawn: Shut up!
Dawn: Oh, like you've never fallen for a vampire?
Buffy: That was different.
Dawn: It always is when it's you.
Vampire: What is your malfunction, man?
Spike: It's Halloween, you nit! We take the night off. Those are the rules.
Vampire: Me and mine don't follow no stinkin' rules! We're rebels!
Spike: No. I'm a rebel. You're an idiot.
Spike: Guess I should bugger off. Something about big bads not venturing far from their crypts on Halloween.
Buffy: Good fight.
Buffy: How's your face?
Giles: Oh, still ruggedly handsome. 'Grandpa,' indeed. Ow.
Buffy: She's taking it pretty hard.
Giles: Well, it's not surprising. Still, we can't ignore this kind of behavior. Something needs to be done before it spins out of control.
Buffy: You're right. I'm glad you're here to take care of it. Don't be too hard on her, okay?
Giles: We need to have a conversation.
Dawn: This the part where you tell me you're not angry...just disappointed?
Giles: Pretty much. Except for the bit about not being angry.
Willow: Joke. I don't think I could really-
Tara: You know what, can, can we not do this now? I'm tired. (gets into bed)
Willow: Okay. Let's just forget it ever happened......forget.
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