home wallpapers fan videos icons quotes & sounds screencaps links contact me		Quotes | Buffy the Vampire Slayer: S6/Ep19 (119) "Seeing Red" prev episode next episode Willow: When did morning happen? Tara: After the moon went down. Willow: Mmm, I forgot how good this could feel. Us. Together. Without the magic. Tara: There was plenty of magic. Willow: No! Oh god, no. I was just thinking about Buffy. Tara: Oh. She still isn't back? Willow: I didn't hear her. She wouldn't talk about what happened at the magic shop when she got home last night. She just wanted to know how close I was to tracing the camera signal back to the Empire of the Nerds. And then she left again. Willow: Yeah, I'm not really worried about her going up against Warren and the others. I know this is going to sound crazy, but...I think something might be going on. With Spike and Buffy. I mean, she looked so hurt when she saw him with Anya. I think maybe- Tara: They've been sleeping together. Willow: No. I wouldn't go that far. Tara: No, I mean she told me they've been sleeping together. Willow: Sleeping together? You mean like the naked kind of together? Tara: I'm sorry I didn't say anything, but I, I promised her I wouldn't. Willow: Does everybody else know? Am I the only one she didn't- Tara: God, no. She, she didn't even mean to tell me, it just came out. Willow: How could she hide something like this from me? Tara: I think she was afraid of the look you'd get on your face. Kinda like the one you're wearing now. Willow: Oh, no, I'm not...I'm just trying to understand. Tara: So is she. Willow: Wow, she probably really needs someone to talk to. Tara: Probably. Dawn: She back yet? Willow: Uh, not yet. I'm sure she'll be home soon. Everything's fine, just go back to bed. Dawn: It's ten o'clock. Willow: Oh. Uh... Dawn: You don't think she's...gonna hurt Spike, do you? Willow: She told you about Spike? Dawn: It was kinda obvious after last night. Willow: Yeah, I totally knew. Dawn: It must have hurt so much. To see him and, and, and Anya like that? And poor Xander. Everything is so screwed up. Willow: It's gonna be all right. It's just...complicated. You know, when, when people have such strong feelings for each other, sometimes- Tara: Is she back yet? Oh. Hey. Dawn: Oh! You and- Tara: Uh, that's my cue to put some clothes on. Dawn: No! No no no! I'm totally not here! You guys, you do whatever you want. Um...I'll go watch TV. Downstairs, really loud! In the basement. Where I can't hear anything. Oh my god! I love you guys! Buffy: All right. Let's make this quick. Fine. But I'm not leaving till we have a little chat. Very little, considering the pummeling that needs to occur. I mean, guys, helloooo. Slayer here. Did you honestly think I wouldn't find you... Buffy: Guys, you didn't have to...You know, if you still wanna be alone- Willow: No. No, we're good. Tara: We're better than good. Buffy: Great. Willow: Super. Buffy: Awww. Willow: Okay, all right, we'll stop. Dawn: Oh, you better not! Tara: So, um, nerds. How are them? They? Buffy: Well, I found their lair, but they obviously knew we were tracing their signal. They left in a hurry. Van was gone, but everything else was still there. Willow: We should go back, uh, Tara and I can Sherlock around- Buffy: There's nothing left there now. Giant buzz saw. It was a thing. This was all that I could save. I, I know it's not much, but we need to go through it and see if we can find anything that might tell us what, what they're doing, where they're going. Tara: Umm, this might take a while. Buffy: Anything we can do to fast forward? We really need to find Warren and the others before anyone else gets hurt. Willow: Should we call Xander? Buffy: I don't think he's really in the Scooby space. We need to give him some time. Dawn: Maybe they've heard something in the demon bars about those guys. Spike- Buffy: Spike....Spike's not part of the team. Dawn: So he's not...going to be around anymore? Buffy: Uh...I don't know, Dawn. Not, not for a while. Tara: What about Anya? She might be able to help with some of the demon texts. Buffy: I'm guessing she's not feeling real researchy right now. Anya: I know how you feel. Maybe I can help. Crying Woman: How could Carl do that to me? That bastard! Anya: He's a man. Look no further. Crying Woman: But with my sister? She's not even pretty. Anya: Well...it isn't always about looks. Or a beating heart. Sometimes intimate sweaty relations with the wrong person just seems like a good idea at the time. Crying Woman: She's fat! He cheated on me with my fat ugly sister! Anya: Likes 'em fleshy, huh? Bet you wish he'd bloat up a coupla thousand pounds and pop like a big ol' meat zeppelin, don't you? Crying Woman: He said he loved me. Anya: Oh, gee, then he must have meant it, 'cause hey, guys never say anything they don't really mean, do they? Crying Woman: But we- Anya: They say, "I love you," and, and you think it's true. They say, "Oh, Anya, I want to be with you for the rest of my life," and, and you believe them, you believe they feel the same way about you, because that's the way love's supposed to be, right? Crying Woman: Who's Anya? Anya: And then you get all excited with the tingly anticipation, but wait! Not so fast! There's the apocalypse, a-and the back from the grave, and the blah blah blah blah blah, and by the time you're finally standing there in that beautiful expensive white dress you've dreamed about ever since you became human, he's gets all heebie-jeebie and decides, "you know, I'd rather just go steady." Crying Woman: Men suck. I wish Carl's flesh would- Anya: And you know, he said it isn't me, but how can I believe him? I mean...he knew he didn't want to get married! Deep down he knew, but he lied to me every day for months! Crying Woman: I wish- Anya: He lied and lied and then lied some more, 'cause hey , who's gonna notice with all the other lies flying around like little monkeys? And then he thinks he can just sweep the carnage underneath the rug by saying , "oh-" Andrew: Sorry, please! I'll never try to desecrate your chamber again! Just don't hurt me! Please! Warren: Wow. These things are tougher than I thought. You know, one jolt from this should have dropped an elephant. Andrew: You want a piece of this? Huh? Not so tough, are you now, Puff 'N Stuff?! Warren: Hey, hey! We need him fresh, all right, not smoke house. Andrew: I'm done being the bait. Next time one of you can wiggle on the hook. Warren: If this works...then next time we'll be the thing that everyone's afraid of. Jonathan: Okay, so...what now? Warren: Well, now it's your turn, Sparky. Dawn: Does it help? Spike: Doesn't hurt...Not planning a camp-out, are we? Dawn: No. I'm sleeping over at Janice's. Figured Willow and Tara might want some time to, uh... Spike: Oh, so the birds are flying again, eh? Ain't love grand. Dawn: You're not going to be coming aroundany more. Are you? Spike: It's complicated, Nibblet. Dawn: Everybody's been saying that. Spike: Must be true then. Buffy told you? Dawn: Kinda caught the show. There was a camera somewhere in the Magic Box. Warren and Jonathan and that other guy have been watching Buffy. Spike: Wankers! Dawn: Do you love her? Spike: Oh, no. No. It was just a...It was a bad day. For both of us. And we just had a few drinks and, things just- Dawn: No. Not Anya. Buffy. Do you really love her?...Then how could you do that to her? Spike: Oh, right , 'cause Big Sis was treating me so well up until that point. Must still be a bit of the evil left in me after all. Dawn: I don't know what happened between you two. But what you did last night...If you wanted to hurt Buffy, congratulations. It worked. Warren: Careful! Only Nezzla demons can pass through the barrier. Everything else gets curly-fried. Jonathan: This sucks. Warren: Just make sure all your skin's covered. Jonathan: Why can't I just use a glamor? Andrew: You can't Siegfried and Roy the barrier. It's gotta be the real deal. Jonathan: Ahh! It's still wet. Warren: Good. Then it should still be fresh enough. Jonathan: Should be? Wait a minute, what do you mean, what do you mean, should be? Warren: Huh. Wasn't sure that would work. Jonathan: Jackass. Andrew: You think he knows? Warren: Well, if he did, why would he be here? Andrew: Why is he? Our mojo's tight, bro. We could've pulled this ourselves. Warren: Well, somebody had to guinea pig the meat suit. Were, were you gonna volunteer? Andrew: I don't trust the leprechaun. Warren: Okay, just stay frosty. This works the way we planned it, by the end of the evening Jonathan won't be a problem. Jonathan: No way I'm going back through there. Thing stings like a mother. Andrew: Dude, unholy hair gel. Jonathan: Get off. Andrew: Make me, skin job. Warren: Shut up. Warren: Gentlemen...the Orbs of Nezzla'khan. Strength. Invulnerability. The deluxe package. Andrew: They're everything I've ever dreamed of. Jonathan: You know, those things have been down here for like a zillion years. How do we know they still work? Warren: Ohh, they work. Jonathan: Mahatma! Warren: Welcome to the show, boys. Andrew: That was so hot! Jonathan: Lemme try 'em! Warren: Watch the paws, little man. Jonathan: Ow. We're supposed to share. Warren: Oh, relax. All right, you'll each get a whirl. As soon as I'm done playing with 'em. Xander: I think there's still a cold one in the fridge. Buffy: Thanks, but, uh, I think it's still a little early for me. Buffy: She loves you. You know that. Anya was just...She was hurting. She was...hurting and, and she did this really stupid thing. Xander: With your boyfriend. Buffy: He's not my boyfriend. Xander: I know why Anya...I understand, I do. But you... Xander: All those times I told Spike to get lost...that he didn't have a chance with a girl like you. Buffy: You don't know how hard it's been. Xander: What, lying to me? Buffy: Being here. After I was brought back. You have no idea how hard it is just being here. Xander: You could have told me. Buffy: You didn't want to know. Xander: So you went to him instead? Buffy: Xander, what I do with my personal life is none of your business. Xander: It used to be. Buffy: It just happened, okay? Xander: Oh, like, uh, "Say, you're evil. Get on me"? Buffy: You fought side by side with him when I was gone. You let him take care of Dawn. Xander: But I never forgot what he really is. God, what were you thinking? Buffy: You're asking me that? Oh, 'cause your decision making skills have really sparkled lately. Xander: I'm not saying I didn't make any mistakes. But last time I checked, slaughtering half of Europe wasn't one of them. He doesn't have a soul, Buffy. Just some leash they jammed in his head. You think he'd still be all snuggles if that chip ever stopped working? Would you still trust him with Dawn then? Buffy: It doesn't matter. I'm not seeing him anymore. It's over. Xander: Yeah. There's a lot of that going around. Willow: It's all a mess. Tara: These things take time. We'll figure it out. Willow: Sure. We'll decipher codes, foil evil schemes... Tara: Finally get out of bed... Willow: I was with you up until there. Whoa. Tara: What is it? Willow: Uh, one of their data CDs. It's filled with encrypted blueprints, schematics... Tara: To what? Willow: I'm not sure. The designations have been stripped. Tara: Maybe we can cross-reference them with the county clerk's office. Willow: Would that involve getting up? Tara: Eventually. Willow: Then I'm coming out firmly against it. Tara: What about the Trio's evil scheme? Willow: Well, I'm kinda busy working on my own. Woman: You're all wet. Xander: It's a good thing I'm part fish. Woman: Which part? Xander: The part with the hook in it. Woman: Careful. Someone might reel you in. Xander: Yeah, but then there'd be the flopping and the...gasping, and...sure, maybe it'd work out, but chances are I'd up and leave you at the helm in your white dress. Then find you spawning with another fish who turns out to be spawning my very good friend night and day behind my back. Then comes the fighting and again with the flopping and the gasping, 'cause hey, Chicken of the Sea here's not doing too good with the women these days. Woman: Huh? Xander: Sorry, I'm just looking to curl up with the quiet alone tonight. Buffy: Not bad. How hard you gonna hit when you're blowin' in the wind? That was rhetorical. Ow. Buffy: Get out. Spike: We have to talk. Buffy: I really don't. Spike: Well, this isn't just about you...as much you'd like it to be. Buffy: You spoke. I listened. Now leave. Spike: I'm sorry. Not that it matters any more, but I needed you to know that. Buffy: Why? Spike: Because I care about you. Buffy: Then you might want to try the not sleeping with my friends. Spike: I didn't go to Anya for that. I was looking for a spell. Buffy: You were going to use a spell on me? Spike: It wasn't for you! I wanted something. Anything to make these feelings stop. I just wanted it to stop! Spike: You should have let him kill me. Buffy: I couldn't do that. Spike: Why? Buffy: You know why. Spike: Because you love me. Buffy: No. I don't. Spike: Why do you keep lying to yourself? Buffy: I have feelings for you. I do. But it's not love. I could never trust you enough for it to be love. Spike: Trust is for old marrieds, Buffy. Great love is wild...and passionate and dangerous. It burns and consumes. Buffy: Until there's nothing left. Love like that doesn't last. Spike: I know you feel like I do. You don't have to hide it anymore. Buffy: Spike, please stop this. Spike: Let yourself feel it. Spike: You love me. Buffy: Ow, no, stop it. Spike, no - ow - what are you do-Ow! Spike: Let it go. Let yourself love me Buffy: No, stop it! Spike: I know you felt it...when I was inside you... Buffy: No, ow, ow! Please, please, Spike, please... Spike: You'll feel it again, Buffy... Buffy: Please don't do this... Spike: I'm gonna make you feel it. Buffy: Stop!!! Buffy: Ask me again why I could never love you. Spike: Buffy, my god, I didn't- Buffy: Because I stopped you. Something I should have done a long time ago. Jonathan: What are we doing here? Somebody might recognize us. Oh, oh, that's just great. We're risking everything so that Charles Atlas can get a date? He's going to end up getting us thrown into jail. Or worse. Maybe you and I should think about- Andrew: Warren's the boss. He's Picard, you're Deanna Troi. Get used to the feeling, Betazoid. Warren: Baby, this is what's really important. (holding her hand) Two souls, coming together... Frank: Hey! She only comes together with me. So get lost, shrimp. Warren: Frankie? Oh my god, is that you? How long has it been? It's Warren! Remember, Warren, gym class, fifth period? You and your jock buddies used to give me such a hard time. That thing with the underwear? God, I thought I'd never stop crying. Frank: That was you? Warren: Yeah, that was me! But hey, no hard feelings. I mean, I know you were just fooling around. Like I'm gonna be with your girl in about five minutes. Frank: What'd you say? Warren: You heard me, meathead. Take a walk. Frank: Oh, you're dead, you little— Warren: This ain't high school. Warren: Oh, don't worry about the tab, now, ladies. It's on daddy tonight. Don't worry, babies. Daddy's gonna give you some too. Xander: See now, I think it's the daddy thing that's throwing her. 'Cause incest , not that sexy. Xander: So, uh, why don't we leave the ladies to their impending nausea and move the freakshow outside, whaddaya say? Warren: Okay. But lemme ask you something first. You think maybe you could put in a word for me with that Anya chick? 'Cause if she's taking it from a vamp...I think I might have a chance. No wonder she's screwing a dead guy. You hit like a girl. Xander: Well, at least I know how to get one. Jonathan: Warren, we have to go. Warren: We go when I'm ready. Jonathan: Hey, it's your call, but...we're gonna miss that thing you wanted to do tonight if we don't leave right now. That's all I'm saying. Warren: It's your lucky night, Shemp. Andrew: We're just gonna leave him there? What if he sics the Slayer on us? Warren: Bring her on. Xander: Buffy? I found Warren. Actually, my face kinda found him- Xander: This what you call not seeing Spike anymore—What did he do? Did he hurt you? Buffy: He tried. He didn't... Xander: Son of a bitch. Buffy: Don't. Please, just...don't. Willow: We were able to decipher pretty much everything except these. Tara: It isn't written in any ancient language we could identify. Xander: It's Klingon. They're love poems. Which has nothing to do with the insidious scheme you're about to describe. Buffy: What do you got for me that doesn't rhyme? Tara: Um, this. Willow: It was filled with encoded blueprints and schematics. Buffy: To what? Tara: Um, banks, armored car routes, corporate vaults...This is big. Willow: They're looking to score some serious dinero. We don't think they're planning just one job. Xander: Spree, anyone? Buffy: I, I can't cover all of these at once. Willow: You don't have to. We think there's one they may hit tonight. Tara: It's time sensitive. Xander: Be careful. Warren's gone all Mighty Mouse. Emphasis on the might. Buffy: Good. Then I won't have to hold back. Clem: Uh...knock knock? I was just in the neighborhood so I thought, you know... there's a Nightrider marathon on the TV, so, uh...I got hot wings! Spike: What have I done? Why didn't I do it? What has she done to me? Clem: She done who? Ohh. The Slayer, huh? Gosh. She break up with you again? Spike: We were never together. Not really. She'd never lower herself that far. Clem: She's a sweet girl, Spike, but hey. Whew. Issues. And no wonder, with the whole coming back from the grave and whatnot. Hey, I had this cousin, who got resurrected by some kooky shaman...Whoo-boy! Was that a mess. Spike: Why do I feel this way? Clem: Love's a funny thing. Spike: Is that what this is? I can feel it. Squirming in my head. Clem: Love? Spike: The chip. Gnawing bits and chunks. Clem: Uhh...maybe a wet cloth? Spike: You know, everything used to be so clear. Slayer. Vampire. Vampire kills Slayer, sucks her dry, picks his teeth with her bones. It's always been that way. I've tasted the life of two Slayers. But with Buffy...It isn't supposed to be this way! It's the chip! Steel and wires and silicon. It won't let me be a monster. And I can't be a man. I'm nothing. Clem: Hey. Come on now, Mr. Negative. You never know what's just around the corner. Things change. Spike: Yeah, they do. If you make them. Guard: All right, that's the last one. Quite a haul, huh? Suit: Always the biggest gate of the year. Guard: Yeah. Suit: Don't lose any. Guard: Yeah. Andrew: Man, I can't wait to get my hands on his orbs. Jonathan: Yeah, I'm sure he'll be giving 'em up any second now. Buffy: Is this your bank? 'Cause if not, there's gonna be a fee for that. Warren: I was wondering when Super Bitch would show up. Buffy: You really got a problem with strong women, don't you? Warren: Nothing I can't handle. Warren: You seem a little off. This a bad day? Buffy: It's getting better. Buffy: There's two ways this can end. And right now? I'm thinking they're both gonna hurt. Andrew: I think you're right. Warren: What's the matter baby? You never fight a real man before? Warren: You know who I am? Huh, Slayer? Buffy: You're a murderer. Warren: Well, that too, but more to the point—I'm the guy that beat you. And it's not the muscles, baby. It's the brains. Buffy: I'll remember that when I knock 'em clean out of your— Warren: Whoa! Sparky, I didn't think you had it in you. Jonathan: The orbs! Smash his orbs. Warren: Say good night, bitch. Buffy: Good night, bitch. Warren: I swear to god I'm gonna take you down. You piece of... Buffy: Oh, come on. Andrew: Well played, Slayer! Jonathan: Why didn't I get one of those?! Andrew: This round to you. But the game is far from over. Jonathan: Jet packs. You jerks were setting me up to take the fall. Andrew: He left me. He flew away and left me. Jonathan: Oh god. The Big House. Andrew: How could he do this to me? He promised we'd be together, but...he was just using me. He never really loved...hanging out with us. You think he'll come back for us? I mean...he wouldn't just take off, would he? Spike: Get nice and comfy, Slayer. I'll be back. And when I do...things are gonna change. Willow: Hey. Clothes. Tara: Better not get used to 'em. Willow: Hmm, yes ma'am. Tara: Mmmm...Xander! Willow: Okay, not quite the response I was fishing for. Tara: No, he's here. Willow: Think they're making up? Tara: I hope so, that's the best part. Xander: Time for the Spring Poking already? Buffy: Just making sure there are no more Evil Trio cameras. Or Evil Uno. Xander: The sinister yet addictive card game? Buffy: Warren. Jonathan and Andrew got clinked, but...Warren pulled a Rocket Man. Xander: You'll find him. He won't be much good without his friends. Buffy: No, he won't. Xander: How did we get here? Buffy: Scenic route. Long drive. Xander: The past few weeks... Buffy: I know. Xander: I thought I hit bottom, but...it hurt. That you didn't trust me enough to tell me about Spike. It hurt. Buffy: I'm sorry. I should have told you. Xander: Maybe you would have, if I hadn't given you so many reasons to think I'd be an ass about it. Buffy: Guess we've all done a lot of things lately we're not proud of. Xander: I think I've got you beat. Buffy: Wanna compare? Xander: Not so much. Xander: I don't know what I'd do...without you and Will. Buffy: Let's not find out. I love you. You know that, right? Warren: You think you can just do that to me? You think I'd let you get away with that? Think again. Tara: Your shirt. Willow: Tara? Tara?! Baby? Baby, come on! Get up! Xander: Sweet fancy Moses! Where the hell did he-Oh god! Buffy? Buffy! Buffy! prev episode next episode