home wallpapers fan videos icons quotes & sounds screencaps links contact me		Quotes | Buffy the Vampire Slayer: S6/Ep13 (113) "Dead Things" prev episode next episode Buffy: Uh...we missed the bed again. Spike: Lucky for the bed. Buffy: Is this a new rug? Spike: Mm...no. Just looks different when you're under it. Buffy: You know, this place is okay for a hole in the ground. You fixed it up. Spike: Well, I ate a decorator once. Maybe something stuck. Buffy: I've been thinking about doing something to my room. Spike: Yeah? Buffy: Yeah, I think the New Kids On The Block posters are starting to date me. Spike: Well, if you want, I can...Are we having a conversation? Buffy: What? No! No. Maybe. Spike: Hmm. Buffy: What? Spike: Well, isn't this usually the part where you kick me in the head and run out, virtue fluttering? Buffy: That's the plan...soon as my legs start working. Spike: You were amazing. Buffy: You got the job done yourself. Spike: I was just trying to keep up. The things you do...the way you make it hurt in all the wrong places. I've never been with such an animal. Buffy: I'm not an animal. Spike: You wanna see the bite marks? Spike: Hmm. Buffy: What? Spike: Well, isn't this usually the part where you kick me in the head and run out, virtue fluttering? Buffy: That's the plan...soon as my legs start working. Spike: You were amazing. Buffy: You got the job done yourself. Spike: I was just trying to keep up. The things you do...the way you make it hurt in all the wrong places. I've never been with such an animal. Buffy: I'm not an animal. Spike: You wanna see the bite marks? Spike: What is this to you? This thing we have. Buffy: We don't have a...thing, we have...this. That's all. Spike: Do you even like me? Buffy: Sometimes. Spike: But you like what I do to you Spike: Do you trust me? Buffy: Never. Andrew: Don't you curse me! Jonathan: Hey, my bone! Andrew: Ow! Warren: When you girls are done touching each other, the cerebral dampener's ready to be charged. Andrew: Cool. Jonathan: Doma voluntatem, libera cupidinem, erumpe, ignem, excita...Okay...ow! Warren: Gentlemen, the cerebral dampener ... is online. And with this baby, we can make any woman we desire our willing sex slave. I know just where to start. Buffy: Double meat is double sweet. Enjoy! Tara: Hey, sorry I'm late. Buffy: Oh, time has no meaning here. Tara: I have this sudden urge to dedicate my productive cooperation. Buffy: Well, if you close your eyes and repeatedly smash yourself in the head with frozen meat, it'll go away. Eventually. I'm hoping. Buffy: I-it's Spike. He can hurt me. Without his head exploding. Tara: Oh my god. Hi-his chip stopped working? Buffy: No, it still works. Just not on me. I-I need to know about the spell. The one that...brought me back. I, I'd ask Willow, but... Tara: You think it's you. Buffy: I don't know. I feel...different. There are things...I-I think...maybe I came back wrong. Tara: No, Buffy, that's n-not...no. You didn't. Buffy: Can you check out the spell? Just see if there's something that...Could you just check? Please? Jonathan: Mad Dog Two to Mad Dog One. Andrew: I thought I was Mad Dog Two. Jonathan: Mad Dog Three to Mad Dog One. Signal's coming in strong and clear. Over.Jonathan: Warren: Roger that. Beginning preliminary sweep. Andrew: We can really have anyone we want. Jonathan: It's like candy. Andrew: Juicy, pulsating candy. Jonathan: Oh! Oh, the one with the neck! Put the whammy on the neck! Andrew: No! The redhead! I want the redhead! Jonathan: The redhead's too tall. Andrew: So get a step ladder. No, no, ow! Warren: Target acquired. Jonathan: What? Warren: Initiating contact. Jonathan: The brunette? Andrew: Oh, she's kinda cute—Ow! Oh, no, go for the leather skirt! Oh, bazoombas! Go for the one with the bazoombas! Jonathan: Yeah, go for the one with the bazoombas. Warren: So how did you get so beautiful? Katrina: Okay, does that line usually work...? What the hell are you doing here? Warren: It's nice to see you again too, Katrina. Katrina: Yeah, it's the seeing you part that's throwing me here, Warren, because I thought I was pretty clear with the never wanting that to happen again. Warren: Oh, you're not still sore about that thing, are you? Katrina: What thing would that be exactly? What, the wind-up slut you tinkered together? Or when Little Miss Nuts and Bolts tried to choke me to death? Warren: Okay, so I've made a few mistakes. Katrina: No. No, I did. For ever lowering myself to be with a jerk like you. Katrina: Well, what did you expect, to just...waltz in here and sweep me off my feet with your cheesy lines and fancy suit? Warren: No, I ju- I just thought...we could talk. I thought maybe we could work things out. Katrina: There's nothing to work out. What you did was sick. And just looking at you makes me want to vomit. Warren: You sure about that? Katrina: Yes, god yes, I'm sure. Katrina: I love you, Master. Warren: I love you, too, baby. Buffy: I'm home! Who wants to help scrape the grease off my...Is there singing?! Are we singing again? Xander: Nope, just the dancing. Anya: We're teaching Dawn perfectly synchronized dance steps for the wedding reception. Xander: Wanna go for a spin? Buffy: Uh, think I'm heading more towards an ungainly collapse. Willow: Aw, rough day? Buffy: Kinda. Xander: You've been going at it too hard, Buffy. We hardly ever see you, what with slinging the double meat and pounding the big evil. Anya: You are looking a little pounded. Just around the eyes. Willow: Hey, we're thinking of heading to the Bronze later. Wanna come, get all unwindy? Xander: Tall glasses of frosty relaxation on me. Nectar of the working man. Buffy: No, thanks. I think I'll stay here with Dawn. Buffy: Where are you going? Dawn: I'm...sleeping over at Janice's? Buffy: And I'm falling for that again because of the surprise lobotomy? Willow: It's okay, I checked it out. Janice's mom is picking her up. Dawn: I didn't think you'd care. You're never home, so... Buffy: I know. I'm sorry. You know, but I, I'm here now. All visible and everything. Couldn't you just stay at Janice's another night? Dawn: Her mom's cooking Mexican. She's gonna teach me how to make real tortillas. Not like I knew you'd be around. Buffy: Frosty nectar. Now please. Warren: Thank you, baby. Katrina: My pleasure, Master. Andrew: That is so cool. Jonathan: I really could've used one of these in high school. Warren: Gentlemen? To crime. Jonathan: Wow. I still think I would have gone with the bazoombas, but...wow. Andrew: Yeah, she's...really cute. Warren: Cute? Look at her, man! The the shape of her lips. The smooth, silky skin. The way her nose...the way her nose crinkles when she laughs...She's perfect. Jonathan: Okay...so...how do we...you know. Andrew: Who gets to... Warren: I do. Andrew: That's not fair. Jonathan: Dude, you didn't call it. Warren: Oh, I don't have to call it, Sparky. She's mine. But don't worry. You can play with her all you want...after I'm done with her. Warren: I missed you so much. You never should have left me. Say it. Katrina: I never should have left you, Master. Warren: Tell me you love me. Katrina: I love you, Master. Warren: Again. Katrina: I love you, Master. Warren: I love you too, baby. Get on your knees. Katrina: Yes, Warren. Warren: Wait, what'd you just say? Katrina: What did you do to me?! Warren: Get the Dampener! Katrina: Who the hell are you? Andrew: Um, your masters? Katrina: My what?! Katrina: Are you kidding me?! Warren: Get the Dampener! Katrina: You were gonna share me with these two dorks?! Andrew: Hey! We're supervillains! Call us "Master!" Katrina: Is that what you used on me?! Oh my god! First the skankbot and now this?! What is wrong with you! Warren: I just, I wanted us to be together! Katrina: There is no us, Warren! Get that through your big meaty head! I am not your girlfriend anymore! Jonathan: She's your ex? Andrew: Dude, that is messed up. Katrina: You bunch of little boys, playing at being men. Well, this is not some fantasy, it's not a game, you freaks! It's rape! Jonathan: What? Andrew: No...we didn't- Katrina: You're all sick. And I'm going to make sure you get locked up for this. And then we'll see how you like getting raped. Warren: Charge the Cerebral Dampener. Jonathan: Warren... Warren: Charge the Dampener! Andrew...get her up. We'll give her another dose. A strong one. Everything's all right. Everything's ... gonna be all right. Andrew: I don't think so. She's dead. Jonathan: What did you do? What the hell did you do?! Warren: We did this. Me, and Andrew, and you. It's on all of us. Andrew: ...oh god oh god oh god... Warren: Shut up! Warren: We, uh, we have to get...we have to get r-rid of it. Jonathan: How? Warren: Uh, uh, may-maybe a spell. Can you teleport it out of here? Jonathan: No, she's...It's too big. Warren: Is there any...thing that you can, uh, summon, something that...something that can devour that much? Andrew: Maybe a Jarvlen Flesh Eater, but...they're hard to control. It'd go for us, too. Jonathan: Oh, well that's it, man. We're screwed. Jonathan: We can't hide this! Sooner or later, the Slayer's gonna find out she's dead. Warren: Well, then maybe it should be sooner. Jonathan: Are you insane? Warren: Listen to me. Jonathan: No! Warren: Listen! We have two problems. The body, and the Slayer. Well, what if there was a way that we could take care of them both...with one big stone. Willow: We're not going to have to do that at the wedding, are we? 'Cause there's this last thread of dignity I've been desperately clinging to. Buffy: You're still doing okay, right? Willow: Yeah. You know. Some days are harder than the really hard days. It's easier like this, though, when I'm not alone. Xander: Hey, I see sitting where there should be dancing. Anya: Come share in the joy of our groove thang. Willow: And despite that, I succumb to the beat. Buffy: I think I'll catch the next Soul Train out. Xander: You sure? Buffy: Oh, yeah, you know, glass all the way empty. More nectar required. Xander: Cool, well, shimmy on out when you're done lubricating. Spike: You see...you try to be with them...but you always end up in the dark...with me. What would they think of you...if they found out...all the things you've done? If they knew...who you really were? Buffy: Don't. Spike: Stop me...No, don't close your eyes. Look at them. That's not your world. You belong in the shadows...with me. Look at your friends...and tell me...you don't love getting away with this...right under their noses. Xander: Oh! I think I pulled a jive muscle last night. Willow: The Funky Monkey claims another victim. Willow: Tara. What are you doing here? I mean...uh, it's okay for you to be here if you have things that...you have to be here for. Xander: Yeah, I'm gonna go bring Anya up to speed on that monkey situation. Tara: There's a monkey problem? Willow: Only if you don't stretch first. Willow: No, it's okay. I, I didn't expect you to stop doing magic just because...You don't have to hide it. I'm not - I'm, I'm doing better. No spells for thirty-two days. I can even go to the magic shop now. As long as someone's with me at all times. But, uh, but it's better now, it really is. You know, if you were checking on me. Tara: No, I wouldn't...I was just looking for Buffy. Willow: Oh. Well, I-I haven't seen her since last night. She's not around much these days. We kinda miss her. Tara: I'm sure she feels the same way. If you see her, c-can you tell her that I need to talk to her? It's important. Buffy: Don't think about the evil bloodsucking fiend. Focus on anything but the evil bloodsucking fiend. Buffy: It's okay. I'm going to get you out of here. Can, can you walk? Are you hurt? Creepy Voices: What did you do? What did you do? Buffy...Buffy... Spike: Bloody hell, what'd you do that for? Buffy: Spike? Spike. What's happening? Spike: So you thought you could just slip away, then? Vampire, remember? Spike: Buffy? Buffy: She's dead. I killed her. Spike: We have to go. Buffy: What happened? Spike: There's nothing you can do now. We have to go before someone sees you. Buffy: What did I do? Spike: We have to go, now! Spike: All right. Listen to me. Buffy. Buffy! Buffy: She's dead. Spike: It was an accident. Buffy: I killed her. Spike: I'm gonna get you home. Buffy: No! Spike: I'm gonna get you home, and you're gonna crawl in your warm comfy bed and stay there! We're gonna sort this out. Trust me. Warren: Two problems...one stone. Nice job. She totally bought it. Spike: It's all right, luv. Shh, it's all right. It'll be our little secret. Buffy: I love you. You know that, right? Dawn: What's wrong? Buffy: I know I haven't been everything I should be...everything Mom was...but I love you. I always will. Dawn: Why are you talking like this? Buffy? Buffy: There was an accident. In the woods. A girl...she was hurt. I hurt someone. Dawn: Oh my god. Is she all right? Buffy: No. Buffy: There's something I have to do. I have to tell what I did. I have to go to the police. Dawn: The police? Buffy: Dawnie, I have to. Dawn: But...what's going to happen? Buffy: I don't know. Dawn: They'll take you away. Won't they. Buffy: I'm sorry. Dawn: No, you're not. (Buffy looking surprised) You're never here. You can't even stand to be around me. Buffy: That is not true. Dawn: You don't want to be here with me. You didn't want to come back. I know that. You were happier where you were. You want to go away again. Buffy: Dawn... Dawn: Then go! You're not really here anyway. Spike: What do you think you're doing? Buffy: The right thing. For once. Buffy: I have to tell them what happened. Spike: Nothing happened. Buffy: I killed that girl. Spike: Demons in the woods? Time going wonky? They won't believe you. Buffy: I'll show them. Spike: Show them what? Buffy: What did you do? Spike: I took care of it. Buffy: What...did you do?! Spike: What I had to. I went back and I took care of it. It doesn't matter now. No one will ever find her. Cop #1: Where'd they find her? Cop #2: The river. She washed up half a mile from the cemetery. Spike: Oh...balls. Spike: You're not going in there. Buffy: I have to do this. Just let me go. Spike: I can't. I love you. Buffy: No, you don't. Spike: You think I haven't tried not to? Buffy: Try harder. Spike: Why are you doing this to yourself? Buffy: A girl is dead because of me. Spike: And how many people are alive because of you? How many have you saved? One dead girl doesn't tip the scale. Spike: Come on, that's it, put it on me. Put it all on me. That's my girl. Buffy: I am not your girl! You don't...have a soul! There is nothing good or clean in you. You are dead inside! You can't feel anything real! I could never...be your girl! Spike: You always hurt...the one you love, pet. Desk Sergeant: No, no statements. Not until I get confirmation. Buffy: Excuse me. I-I need to... Desk Sergeant: Uh, I'll be with you in a sec...Sunnydale PD. Yeah, the phone's ringing off the hook here. Listen, you got an ID on that body yet? Yeah? Okay, shoot. Katrina Silber. S-i-l-b-e-r. Katrina: (flashback) Warren, just tell her to go away. Warren: (flashback) I can't. Katrina: (flashback) You're keeping secrets from me. Other girls, and who knows what else! Warren: (flashback) Trina...shut up. Buffy: Warren. Anya: Is this what you saw? Buffy: Yeah, that's it. Anya: Mmmm. The Rwasundi. Very rare. Um, its presence in our dimension causes a sort of localized temporal disturbance. Buffy: So that's why time went all David Lynch? Anya: Right. Uh, human perception is based on a linear chronology. Being exposed to the Rwasundi for more than a few seconds can cause, uh, vivid hallucinations. And a slight tingly scalp. Willow: So that's it. These things just made you think you killed her. Xander: She was probably dead long before you stumbled across her. Buffy: It wasn't the demons. It was Warren. He knew Katrina. He had something to do with it, I know it. Willow: How can you be sure? Buffy: You always hurt the one you love. Dawn: Does this mean you're not going away? Buffy: Yeah. I'm not going anywhere. Warren: We're gonna get away with it. "Injuries consistent with a fall." The coroner's ruling it a suicide. Jonathan: What about Buffy? Warren: Well, it wasn't that hard messing her game up. If she figures it out...we'll take care of her. Andrew: We really got away with murder. Buffy: Are you sure? Tara: I-I've double checked everything. There's nothing wrong with you. Buffy: Then why can Spike hurt me? Tara: Well, I said that there was nothing wrong with you, but...you are different. Shifting you out of...f-f-from where you were...funneling your essence back into your body...i-it, it altered you on a basic molecular level. Probably just enough to confuse the sensors or whatever in Spike's chip. But it's all just surfacey physical stuff. It wouldn't have any more effect than...a bad sunburn. Buffy: I didn't come back wrong? Tara: No, you're the same Buffy. With a deep tropical cellular tan. Buffy: You must have missed something. Will you check again? Tara: Buffy, I-I promise, there's nothing wrong with you. Buffy: There has to be! This just can't be me, it isn't me. Why do I feel like this? Why do I let Spike do those things to me? Tara: You mean hit you....Oh. Tara: Oh, huh. Really. Buffy: He's everything I hate. He's everything that...I'm supposed to be against. But the only time that I ever feel anything is when...Don't tell anyone, please. Tara: I won't. Buffy: The way they would look at me...I just couldn't... Tara: Do you love him...I-It's okay if you do. He's done a lot of good, and, and he does love you. A-and Buffy, it's okay if you don't. You're going through a really hard time, and you're... Buffy: What? Using him? What's okay about that? Tara: It's not that simple. Buffy: It is! It's wrong. I'm wrong. Tell me that I'm wrong, please...Please don't forgive me, please...Please don't...Please don't forgive me... prev episode next episode