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| Quotes | Buffy the Vampire Slayer: S6/Ep8 (108) "Tabula Rasa" |
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| Spike: Can we talk? Buffy: Vocal-cord-wise, yes. With each other? No. |
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| Spike: We...we kissed, you and me. All Gone With The Wind, with the rising music, and the rising...music, and what was that, Buffy? Buffy: A spell? Spike: Oh, don't get all prim and proper with me. |
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| Buffy: What we did is done. But I will never kiss you, Spike. Never touch you ever, ever again. | |||
| Shark Demon: You know me, uh...there are a lot of things I would like, Mister Spike. A house in Bel Air...with a generously sized swimming pool...and of course, the forty Siamese that you owe me. | |||
| Spike: I just need a little more time. Shark Demon: Time, time, time! Is what turns kittens into cats! |
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| Buffy: If I were to stop saving his life, it would simple things up so much. | |||
| Anya: Do you think she...walked around on clouds, wearing like...Birkenstocks and played a harp? 'Cause those are just not flattering. You know, the clonky sandals, not a harp. I mean, who...doesn't look good with a harp? | |||
| Anya: What? I'm just saying what everyone's thinking...right baby? Xander: You are attractive and have many good qualities. |
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| Tara: It's totally not stupid to wonder what it was like for Buffy. But it could have been any one of a zillion heavenly dimensions. All we know is that...it was a good place and she was happy there. Willow: And we took her away from that. We wrecked it for her. |
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| Xander: I just feel weird feeling bad that my friend's not dead. It's...too mind-boggling. So I've decided to simplify the whole thing. Me like Buffy. Buffy's alive, so, me glad. | |||
| Tara: Not to be Miss Psycho Pep Squad, but we have got to stop obsessing about what we did and start trying to make things better for Buffy. Anya: I'm with Miss Psycho Pep Squad. |
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| Xander: Ah, we need to spend more time with her, just hang out. Maybe have...weekly dinners over here, or, uh...a book club. Short books. Videos. | |||
| Willow: I can fix it. I know a spell. Tara: No! No more spells. Willow: Then what? This isn't something that's gonna be fixed by a video club. I know I messed up, okay, and, I wanna fix it. |
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| Xander: I'm gonna go get that...phone you probably don't hear. High-pitched ring, ears like a dog. |
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| Tara: You did it the way you're doing everything. When things get rough, you...you don't even consider the options. You just...you just do a spell. It's not good for you, Willow. And it's not what magic is for. Willow: But I ... I just wanna help people. Tara: Maybe that's how it started, but ... you're helping yourself now, fixing things to your liking. Including me. |
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| Tara: Go a week. One week without magic. Willow: Fine. Fine, that's easy! Tara: Go a week, and then we'll see. |
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| Tara: I don't know, I just...think we both need some...I don't know, space. Oh, I can't believe I'm saying this. Willow: Are you saying you're gonna leave me? |
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| Giles: You have to be strong. I'm, I'm trying to- Buffy: Trying to, to what? Desert me? Abandon me? Leave me all alone when I really need somebody? Giles: I don't want to leave- Buffy: So don't. Please don't. |
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| Buffy: I can't do this without you. Giles: You can. That's why I'm going. As long as I stay you'll always turn to me if there's something comes up that you feel that you can't handle, and I'll step in because, because...Because I can't bear to see you suffer. Buffy: Me too. Hate suffering. Had about as much of it as I can take. |
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| Giles: I've taught you all I can about being a slayer, and your mother taught you what you needed to know about life. You...you're not gonna trust that until you're forced to stand alone. | |||
| Giles: Buffy, I've thought this over...and over. I believe it's the right thing to do. Buffy: You're wrong. |
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| Dawn: Hurry up. You don't wanna miss the lowdown on our latest featured creature. | |||
| Willow: For Buffy and Tara, this I char. Let Lethe's Bramble do its chore. Purge their minds of memories grim, of pains from recent slights and sins. When the fire goes out, when the crystal turns black, the spell will be cast. Tabula rasa, tabula rasa, tabula rasa. | |||
| Dawn: So whadda we got? Giles: Sorry? Dawn: What kind of oogly-boogleys? Lizardy types, or um, zombies, or, or vampires, or what? Giles: There are no oogly-boogleys, Dawn. |
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| Willow: Thanks for the jacket. It's cold out there. Xander: Not a problem, the cold only makes me stronger and more macho-like. |
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| Spike: You need to give me asylum. Xander: I'll say. Spike: No need to get cute. It's a disguise. Happens there's a bloke I'd rather not see just now. You met him, I believe. Toothy bloke with the baby-seal breath? |
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| Giles: Well, now that we've recovered from Spike's...sartorial humor, I'll jump to the chase. Um...I'm headed back to England and I plan to stay...indefinitely. | |||
| Anya: For real this time? 'Cause honest to Pete, a young shopkeeper's heart can only take so much. I mean, not that I want you to go... | |||
| Buffy: Sorry. Everybody's sorry. I know that you guys are just trying to help...but it's just, it's too much. And, and I, I can't take it any more. If you guys...if you guys understood how it felt...how it feels. It's like I'm dying, it- | |||
| Xander: Okay, who are you freaks? | |||
| Willow: You don't know me? Xander: Not a clue. Willow: But you were just all like, 'oh, hey.' Xander: Yeah, 'cause I thought you were a girl and I'd remember, but... Willow: Well, I am a girl! I'm...not sure...who I am exactly, but... Xander: Okay, why was I on the ground? And why are you all staring at me? Is this some kind of psych test? Am I getting paid for this? |
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| Giles: Well, maybe we all got...terribly drunk and this is some sort of, uh, blackout. Dawn: I don't think I drink. Anya: I-I don't see any booze. I don't feel any head bumps. I don't see Allen Funt. Giles: Who? |
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| Xander: Okay. I'm not panicking. I'm not. I'm not. (everyone looking at him) Stop looking at me like I'm panicking! Buffy: Hey, hey, take it easy, guy. Okay, no one's hurt, right? And, and none of us look all hatchety-murdery, so...we're probably safe. Here. Wherever here is. |
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| Willow: Look at this stuff on these shelves. Weird jars of weird stuff. Weird books with weird covers, like Magic for Beginners. Oh! | |||
| Tara: This is a magic shop. A-a-a real magic shop. Buffy: Well, maybe that's it. Maybe something magic happened- Giles: Magic! Magic's all balderdash and chicanery. I'm afraid we don't know a bloody thing. Except I seem to be British, don't I? Uh, and a man. With...glasses. Well, that narrows it down considerably. |
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| Giles: We'll all get our memory back, and it'll all be right as rain. Spike: Oh, listen to Mary Poppins. He's got his crust all stiff and upper with that nancy-boy accent. You Englishmen are always so...Bloody hell! Sodding, blimey, shagging, knickers, bollocks, oh God! I'm English! Giles: Welcome to the nancy tribe. |
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| Spike: You don't suppose you and I...we're not related, are we? Anya: There is a ruggedly handsome resemblance. Giles: And you do inspire a, um...particular feeling of...familiarity and...disappointment. |
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| Giles: Older brother? Spike: (scoffs) Father. (Giles looks outraged) Oh, god, how I must hate you. Giles: What did I do? Spike: There's always something, and what's with the trollop? Anya: Hey! Giles: Her? Spike: I saw you! Sleeping together. Giles: Resting together. Anya: Look! It's okay. We're engaged. Giles: Oh. Anya: It's a lovely ring. Spike: Oh, great, a tarty stepmom who's half old Daddy's age. Anya: Tarty? |
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| Xander: It's me! 'Alexander Harris.' Cute picture. Hey, I exist. Willow: I'm Willow Rosenberg. Heh, Willow. Funny name. Tara: I think it's pretty. Willow: Whadda you got? Tara: Tara, and look, I'm a student at U.C. Sunnydale. Willow: Me too! Hey, maybe we're study buddies. |
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| Giles: I'm, uh, called Rupert Giles. Anya: Rupert. Spike: Rupert! Giles: You're not too old to put across my knee, you know...sonny. |
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| Spike: 'Made with care for Randy.' Randy Giles? Why not just call me 'Horny Giles,' or 'Desperate for a Shag Giles'? I knew there was a reason I hated you! Giles: Randy's...a family name, undoubtedly. |
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| Willow: Oh, hey, I have a name on my jacket...Harris. Xander: Harris? That's my last name. Maybe I have a brother and you go out with him. Or maybe you go out with me. Willow: Well, we did wake up all snuggly-wuggly. Maybe you're my boyfriend. Xander: Either that, or I got one pissed-off brother out there somewhere. |
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| Anya: I'm Anya! Um, this key fits this lock. And, uh, the forms...next to the cash register say that, uh, Rupert and, and Anya own the shop together. Giles: This is our magic shop? Uh, well, that's very, uh, uh, progressive of me. |
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| Dawn: So you don't have a name? Buffy: Of course I do. I just don't happen to know it. Dawn: You want me to name you? Buffy: Oh, that's sweet, but I think I can name myself. I'll name me ... Joan. Dawn: Ugh! Buffy: What? Did you just 'ugh' my name? Dawn: No! I just ... I mean, it's so blah. Joan? Buffy: I like it. I feel like a Joan. Dawn: Fine, that's your purgative. Buffy: Prerogative. Dawn: Whatever, Joan. Buffy: Whatever, Umad. Dawn/Buffy: Boy, you're a pain in the/Boy, you're bossy! Dawn: Do you think we're- Buffy: Sisters? |
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| Spike: (to Giles) You never showed me affection like that! I'd wager. | |||
| Buffy: Well, we need to figure out what's going on. We need to get help. Spike: Looks like Joan fancies herself the boss. |
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| Buffy: Any suggestions on how we're gonna get there? Spike: Dad can drive. He's bound to have some classic midlife-crisis transport. Something red, shiny, shaped like a penis. |
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| Buffy: Did you guys see that? Spike: Vampires! Tara: Maybe it's Halloween. Dawn: It doesn't feel like Halloween. Xander: Even if it is, those guys are definitely not kids, and those are definitely not costumes. Randy's right. Looks like we have vampires. |
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| Buffy: Monsters are real. Did we know this? Tara: I don't know, but we n-need our memories back. We have to get to a hospital. Giles: As, uh, proprietor of a magic shop, I propose we fight them. We can use things here in the shop, you know, magic...tricks or whatever. |
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| Vamp: Slayer, come out and play! Tara: 'Slay her,' that's just what they said before. Th-th-they're gonna use the spikes to- Buffy: To slay someone? A female someone! (Giles looking horrified) Who do those jerks think they are? Anya: Bloodsuckers. They kill by sucking blood. Take it easy, Joan. |
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| Xander: Now I'm not sure what I am so bear with me here. Now I lay me down to sleep, uh, shabat Israel, uh, om, om. | |||
| Buffy: Hey! Stay away from Randy! | |||
| Dawn: Whoa!! Willow: What did you just do? Buffy: Uh...I....I don't know. But it was COOL! |
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| Buffy: I think I know why Joan's the boss. I'm like a superhero or something! | |||
| Buffy: Okay. I've got a plan. Xander: I'm all ears. Buffy: They seem to want Randy. And I seem to be pretty strong. Wicked strong. So, you guys go through the sewers to get to the hospital, and Randy and I'll give the monsters a run for their money. Spike: That's your plan? |
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| Anya: I'm not leaving the shop. I have to protect the cash register, and...do some spells. | |||
| Spike: Hey, I'm a superhero too! | |||
| Spike: Bloody hell, what are you doing? Buffy: You don't know who you are. Spike: Right, none of us do, and we're being chased by- Buffy: You're a vampire! Spike: How can you say...I, me, a vampire? No. Buffy: Check the lumpies. And the teeth. |
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| Buffy: I kill your kind. Spike: And I bite yours. So how come I don't wanna bite you? And why am I fightin' other vampires? I must be a noble vampire. A good guy. On a mission of redemption. I help the hopeless. I'm a vampire with a soul. Buffy: A vampire with a soul? Oh my god, how lame is that? |
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| Giles: Perhaps we should try another book. Anya: No! This book made the little fluffers, and this book's gonna send 'em back. I've got it this time, okay. 'Himble abri, abri voyon.' Giles: Yes, dear. |
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| Spike: I'm a hero really. I mean, to be cast such an ugly lot in life and then to rise above it. To seek out better, nobler things. It's inspirational, isn't it? And the two of us...natural enemies, thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness. Utter trust. No thought of me biting you, no thought of you staking me. Buffy: Depends on how long you keep on yapping. |
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| Giles: Clearly that is not a helpful book, darling. Come down, and we will go about fixing this in a sensible fashion! Anya: Sensible! You think it's sensible for me to go down into that pit of cotton-top hell, and let them hippity-hop all over my vulnerable flesh? Giles: Fine, then just stay up there and keep making bunnies! That's a capital plan! Anya: What capital? I never know what you're talking about. Loo, shag, brolly, what the hell is all that? Giles: What? There's no way that you could remember me saying any of those words. Anya: Oh, bugger off, you brolly. |
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| Giles: Get a different book! Put that book down, do you hear? Not...that...book! | |||
| Willow: How you doin', Dawn? Dawn: Uh, I'm okay. It's scary...but, weirdly? Kind of familiar. Willow: I know what you mean. Dawn: How are you? Willow: A little confused. I mean, I'm...all sweaty...and trapped, no memory, hiding in a pipe from a vampire...And I think I'm kinda gay. |
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| Giles: Look what you've done, you lunatic woman! Anya: Don't blame me, you snobby, snotty, thinks he's so great kind of jerk...and I feel compelled to take some vengeance on you. |
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| Giles: Ow!! God, no wonder I'm leaving you! Anya: What?! Giles: Look One-way ticket to London, and out of this engagement! Anya: Of all the nerve! |
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| Xander: Hey! Over here, big guy! Check out this throbbing jugular! | |||
| Buffy: Don't mess with Joan the v- | |||
| Xander: Sorry, I just got back the memory of seeing King Ralph. | |||
| Spike: From dust...to dust. | |||
| Shark Demon: You're an odd duck, Mister Spike. Fighting your own kind...palling around with a Slayer. And whoa, that suit! Chutzpah must be your middle name. Uh, hey, look, um...about our little debt problem, it's okay, I don't need the kittens. | |||
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