home wallpapers fan videos icons quotes & sounds screencaps links contact me		Quotes | Buffy the Vampire Slayer: S6/Ep20 (120) "Villains" prev episode next episode Xander: She's in the back. This way! Paramedic #1: She was shot? Xander: Yeah, in the chest. Paramedic #2:: Accidental? Xander: No no, it was a...He was trying to kill her. Willow: Come on, Tara! Please, come on, baby...By Osiris, I command you, bring her back! Paramedic #2: Pulse is 100 and weak. Lung sounds are wet. Xander: What does that mean? Is she going to... Paramedic #1: You need to stand back, okay? If you want us to help her out, we need some space. Willow: Hear me! Keeper of darkness! Demon: Witch! How dare you invoke Osiris in this task! Willow: Please. Please, bring her back. Demon: You may not violate the laws of natural passing. Willow: How? How is this natural? Demon: It is a human death, by human means. Willow: But I- Demon: You raised one killed by mystical forces. This is not the same. She is taken by natural order. It is done. Willow: No. There has to be a way. Demon: It is done. Willow: NOOOO! Xander: Willow, god, are you okay? Willow: How did this happen? Xander: Warren. He had a gun. Willow: Warren. Xander: It went down too fast, I couldn't stop him. Andrew: Think they'll let my aunt bring me my Discman? Jonathan: That's what you're worried about? In-flight entertainment? We're in jail! Andrew: We're in custody. We haven't been charged yet. Jonathan: Thank you, Dragnet. It doesn't matter what they call it, they got us, okay? We're going down. Jonathan: That guy's been looking at me. I think he wants to make me his butt monkey. Andrew: Don't flatter yourself. I heard him talking to the guard. He's in here for parking tickets. Jonathan: That doesn't mean anything! The joint changes you. I hear they like the small ones, with little hands like their girlfriends. Andrew: You have got to chill out. This isn't Oz, it's like, Mayberry. Besides, Warren is going to find a way to get us out of here. Jonathan: Yeah. I'm sure he'll be busting us out any minute. Andrew: He will. He's coming up with a plan. Like, "War Games." Remember that decoder that Matthew Broderick used? Jonathan: Oh, yeah. That was rad. The one he made from the scissors and the tape recorder? Andrew: I miss "Ferris" Matthew. Broadway Matthew? I find him cold. Jonathan: Really? No, I-Shut up! Jonathan: This is real life. And nobody's coming to get us. Not even your aunt who won't return your one phone call. Andrew: She must be out of town. Jonathan: She. Doesn't. Care. And neither does your partner in crime, Warren. Andrew: Don't say that. And what do you mean, my partner in crime? We're in this together. Jonathan: What do you mean, what do I mean? You two were totally going to fly off and leave me holding the bag. Andrew: No we weren't! I was going to...carry you. Jonathan: No, you two were setting me up, and then Warren was going to screw you over too. Andrew: That is so not true! Jonathan: Sure. He's a nice murderer who keeps his word. Andrew: You're wrong. He's coming for us. He's out there right now, devising a brilliant way to get us out of here. Warren: Whiskey, straight up. And get a round for the house. I'm feeling expansive. Warren: Hey. Bet you don't get a lot of humans in— Vampire: I'm watching my program. Warren: Wouldn't want to interrupt your 'me' time. Not even to buy the guy who killed the Slayer a drink. Vampire: What's that? Warren: Took her out myself. I've been heading an organization. The Trio? You've heard of us. Vampire: Uh...no. Warren: I figure, now that Buffy's out of the picture, some things have got to change around here. I need a real gang, you know, not a, not a couple of wannabes. Bartender: And you killed the Slayer? Warren: With these hands. Bartender: What are you, a warlock? Warren: It's funny you mention that. You know, I've explored all the dark arts...witchcraft, demonology. You name it, I tried it against the Slayer. But you know what I found really works? Gun. Vampire: You killed the Slayer with a gun. Warren: In her own backyard. Don't underestimate science, my friend. Good old-fashioned metal meets propulsion. Bartender: Man, this is gonna be good. Warren: Oh, the best. This town is ours. Vampire: Ours, maybe. You are screwed. Bartender: Metal meets propulsion, yeah. But you still better be a good shot! Warren: This isn't the evil laugh of victory, is it? Vampire: More like the evil laugh of "you're a dead man". Warren: Okay, uh...what, what's the joke? Bartender: It was just on the news. Girl was shot. Vampire: In her back yard. Bartender: She survived. She's in the hospital Bartender: Slayers heal fast. Real fast. Vampire: Yeah. I was gonna eat you myself during the commercial, but now I think it'll be more fun to let the Slayer de-gut you. Might want to get a head start, my friend. 'Cause this girl is gonna be coming for you, big time. Anya: Willow. Willow: Where do you keep the black arts books? Anya: Something terrible has happened, I know. But you don't have to do— Willow: I need power. Anya: Not with those books. I can't let you. Willow! Willow: That's better. Rack: All right, who's next? Warren: I am. Junkie: Hey. Rack: You're new. Warren: Yeah. And I come bearing dead presidents, so you think we can just skip the small talk? Rack: How'd you find me? Warren: I talked to a guy. He's one of your regulars. Offered to show me the way for twenty bucks. Rack: Should have haggled. Most of my customers'll bring you here for five. Warren: Great, great I'll file that away. Look, I'm in a bit of a situation here. I tried to do us all a favor, and eliminate the Slayer, but it...I-I guess it didn't take. Rack: Killing a Slayer, that's big business for a kid. Warren: I'm not a kid. Rack: Okay. Warren: I had my own guys. The Trio, yeah, you've heard of us. Rack: Right. What were you, a band or something? Warren: I thought word traveled in the underworld. You know, we were evil. Robots were my thing. You didn't hear about the freeze ray? Rack: Sorry. Rack: why aren't your guys helping you? Warren: Look, I thought this was a cash for service gig, not an interview process, all right? I need protection. I've got the Slayer after me. Rack: Slayer is the least of your problems. Warren: You're right. Let's talk about my skin troubles. You know, I'd say on the scale of problems, that she ranks! Rack: If I were you, I'd be worried about the witch. Warren: Witch? W-which witch? Rack: Willow. Slayer's pal? She's the new power, man, anybody with intuition can feel it. She's going to blow this town apart. Starting...with you. Warren: Me? What did I, what did I do to her? O-okay, okay, I, I shot her friend... Rack: I feel death. Warren: But the Slayer's alive. And-and she heals. Rack: She might, but somebody's stone cold, and that...is why the witch wants your head. She can sense your essence right now, man. It's just a matter of time before she finds you. Warren: All right. Take it. All right, there's that, and I can get more. Just give me something. Rack: Hide or fight? Warren: Both. All of it. I, I still have a few tricks up my sleeve, but it's not enough. I need, I need a cover, and I need lots of fire power. Rack: I can't guarantee anything. Not this time. The girl is running on pure fury. I've never felt anything like it. Warren: Thank you for the tip, Nostradamus. Just load me up, okay? Nurse #1: What's happening? Willow: Leave. Xander: Willow. Willow: Now. Xander: Will, what are you doing?! She's going to die. Willow: No she isn't...It's so small. Buffy: What happened? Xander: Buffy! Oh my god, are you okay? Buffy: Sure. How'd I get here? Xander: You've got to stop doing this. This dying thing's funny once, maybe twice. Buffy: What's wrong? Willow: I'll explain. But we've gotta go. Buffy: Why? Willow: It's time to find Warren. Warren: This'll get me all the way to the border? Clerk: You'll have to change to the city bus. It's all in the folder. Willow: Faster. Xander: I'm going as fast as I- Willow: Faster! Xander: Will, would you cut that out? If you wanted to drive... Buffy: We need to stop. I don't like this. Willow: We're close. I can feel him. Buffy: And we'll catch him, and he'll go to jail. Look, I'm finding the whole getting shot very motivating. But you're using magic. Willow: If I wasn't, you'd be dead. Buffy: Maybe. But this isn't right. Okay, this isn't how I want it. Willow: Sometimes you don't have a choice. Xander: I think Buffy gets the tie-breaker on this one. She was the one on the ouchy end of the bullet. Buffy: Will, you do have a choice. This isn't good for you. Xander: You made the decision to stop for a reason. You promised us. And can I just ask. what's with the make-over of the damned? I mean, the hair...! Willow: Turn right! Go! Xander: Go - where? Willow: Over there! Now! Xander: Will. Willow: Turn. Xander: Fine, fine! Puppetmaster wants to drive? Go right ahead! Willow: Get out. Warren: Please. I'll-I'll do anything. Willow: It's a robot. I, I could feel his essence. He tricked me. We'll find him another way. Buffy: And then what? Willow: And then we'll kill him. Buffy: Okay, you need to calm down. Willow: Calm down? Buffy: Look, you're angry. I, I am too. There's no excuse for what Warren did, but that- Willow: He shot Tara. Willow: When he shot you, he hit her too. Upstairs in my room. Buffy: Oh my god. Willow: Guess the last shot was the charm. Xander: She's dead? Willow: She's dead. Now he's dead too. Buffy: Oh my god...Tara... Xander: Christ, Will, how come you didn't say anything? Willow: I'm busy. Buffy: We love you. And Tara. But we don't kill humans. It's not the way. Willow: How can you say that? Tara is dead. Buffy: I know...I know. And I...can't understand...anything. Not what happened...a-and not what you must be going through. Willow, if you do this, you let Warren destroy you too. Xander: You said it yourself, Will...the magic's too strong, there's no coming back from it. Willow: I'm not coming back. Buffy: Will, please. Please, we'll get through this together. Willow: We won't! Not your way. Buffy: Please, just- Willow: No! No more talking. It's done! Buffy: Dawn? Oh god. Dawn: I didn't...want to leave her alone. Buffy: Dawn. Sweetheart. Come on. Honey, we need to get out of here, okay? Dawn, sweetheart. Be strong for me, okay? Dawn: I don't understand. Buffy: I don't understand either. Buffy: We need to find Willow. Xander: Yeah, she's off the wagon big-time. Warren's a dead man if she finds him. Dawn: Good. Buffy: Dawn, don't say that. Dawn: Why not? I'd do it myself if I could. Buffy: Because you don't really feel that way. Dawn: Yes I do. And you should too. He killed Tara, and he nearly killed you. He needs to pay. Xander: Out of the mouths of babes. Buffy: Xander. Xander: I'm just saying he's...he's just as bad as any vampire you've sent to dustville. Buffy: Being a Slayer doesn't give me a license to kill. Warren's human. Dawn: So? Buffy: So the human world has its own rules for dealing with people like him. Xander: Yeah, we all know how well those rules work. Buffy: Sometimes they do. Sometimes they don't. We can't control the universe. If we were supposed to...then the magic wouldn't change Willow the way it does. And...we'd be able to bring Tara back. Dawn: And Mom. Buffy: There are limits to what we can do. There should be. Willow doesn't want to believe that. And now she's messing with forces that want to hurt her. All of us. Xander: I just...I've had blood on my hands all day. Blood from people I love. Buffy: I know. And now it has to stop. Warren's going to get what he deserves. I promise. But I will not let Willow destroy herself. Dawn: Let me go with you. I want to. Buffy: No, honey, it's too dangerous. Dawn: But...it's Willow. She needs us. Buffy: She does. And you'll help her. Lots. Okay, but first we have to get her home in one piece. Dawn: But- Buffy: Dawn. I'm serious. You've been through enough for more than one...ever. You should be someplace where you feel safe. Dawn: Fine. I want to go to Spike's. Buffy: All right. Xander: What?! Not all right. Are you kidding? After what Spike did- Buffy: Xander! I'll get the coats. Xander: You're not gonna really leave Dawn with Mr. Attempted Rape. Buffy: He won't hurt Dawn. I, he-he physically can't. Besides, he wouldn't. Xander: Well, after the other night, I'd say all bets are off on what he's capable of. Buffy: Dawn feels safe with him. We don't have a choice. Right now, he's all we've got. Willow: Blood of the slain, hear me. Guide me to Tara's killer. Clem: Suffering cats! Where did you come from? Buffy: Oh. Clem, I-sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Clem: It's, uh, it's okay, you just snuck up on me is all. Buffy: I made you spill your snacks. Clem: Nah, don't worry about it. Like I need any more of this. Oh, hi. Dawn: Hi. Clem: Can I get you ladies something? I was just about to mix up some Country Time. Buffy: We're looking for Spike, actually. Clem: He didn't tell you? Buffy: Tell me what? Clem: He left. Town. Buffy: Oh. Dawn: He just took off? Clem: That's why I'm staying here for him. Sweet pad like this goes empty for a few days, you'll lose it for sure. Plus, I...don't have a TV. Clem: I'm surprised he didn't tell you. He kind of left in a hurry, I guess. Sure I can't get you something? I've got Bugles and, uh, liverwurst... Buffy: We're fine, thank you. Um, but you could do us a favor. Do you think maybe Dawn could hang out here with you for a while? I have some stuff that I need to do and, uh, I really don't want her to be alone. Dawn: I still don't see why I just can't- Buffy: Dawn. We've been through this. What do you think? Clem: No problem. I'd love the company. Do you like Parcheesi? Dawn: Sure. Clem: Or, we could rent videos. I've been dying to see "The Wedding Planner." Dawn: Either way. I'm good. Clem: Ooh, and here. You can have the comfy chair. Buffy: Did he say when he'd be back? Clem: Spike? No. Only that he could be gone a while. Villager: Toyenza coyengara. Erio mtuwana. Spike: Not asking for permission, mate. Villager: Ymirira! Odja kufa! Ymirira! Demon: You seek me, vampire? Spike: You do the finger paintings? Nice work. Demon: Answer me. Spike: Yeah. I seek you. Demon: Something about a woman. The slayer. Spike: Thinks she's better than me. Ever since I got this bleeding chip in my head, things ain't been right. Everything's gone to hell. Demon: And you want to return to your former self. Spike: Yeah. Demon: Look what she's reduced you to. Spike: It's this bloody chip- Demon: You were a legendary dark warrior, and you let yourself be castrated. And you have the audacity to crawl in here and demand restoration? Spike: I'm still a warrior. Demon: You're a pathetic excuse for a demon. Spike: Yeah? I'll show you pathetic. Give me your best shot. Demon: You'd never endure the trials required to grant your request. Spike: Do your worst. But when I win...I want what I came here for. Bitch is gonna see a change. Xander: You feeling any change? Can you talk? Anya: It's wearing off. Willow was here earlier. She put the whammy on me and went straight to the dark arts books. Sucked them dry. Xander: Look, Anya, something terrible happened. Anya: I know. Tara. Xander: Willow's out for blood, big time. We need to find her before she finds Warren. Is there something you can do, a, a locator spell? Anya: I don't need a spell. I can feel her. Xander: You can...? Anya: Feel her. Her thirst for vengeance, it's overwhelming. Xander: Is that like, left over from your vengeance demon days? You just sense her? Anya: No. Not left over. Xander: Oh. Anya: Yeah. Xander: When? Anya: When do you think? Buffy: Is everyone okay? Did Willow - Anya: Got her power boost and took off. Xander: Anya's...Anya was saying she knows where Willow is. Buffy: A spell? Xander: Not exactly. Seems Anya got her vengeance on again. Xander: So, Willow's all wrathy...why don't you go to her? Isn't that your gig? Anya: Normally, I'd have to...but she doesn't want me. Buffy: She wants to do it herself. Anya: Yeah. Buffy: Look, Anya, we don't have much time. Which side of this are you on? Xander: If you know where she is, you can help us. Anya: I'll help. But I'm helping Willow. She's close to him. He's in the woods. Willow: Run all night, Warren. I'll still find- Warren: Cute. That's a cute trick. It was an accident, you know. Willow: Oh. You mean, instead of killing my best friend, you killed my girlfriend. Warren: It...it wasn't personal, that's all. Willow: Well, this is. Willow: Irretite. (latin translation: "entangle") Warren: You're really asking for it, you know that? Willow: I'm asking for it? Warren: I'm gonna walk away from this. And when I do, you're gonna beg to go join your little girlfriend. Willow: She wasn't your first. Warren: Uh, first who? Willow: Tara. She wasn't the first girl you killed. Warren: I don't know what you're talk- Willow: Reveal! Katrina: I should have strangled you in your sleep. Back when we shared a bed. I should have done the world a favor. Warren: It's a trick. Katrina: Why, Warren? You could have just let me go. Warren: Make it shut up. Make it go away. Katrina: It didn't have be like that. Warren: I'm not kidding! Katrina: How could you say you loved me, and do that to me? Warren: Because you deserved it, bitch! Willow: You never felt you had the power with her. Not until you killed her. Warren: Women. You know, you're just like the rest of them. Mind games. Willow: You get off on it. That's why you had a mad-on for the Slayer. She was your big O, wasn't she, Warren? Warren: Are you done yet? Or can we talk some more about our feelings? Buffy: What's happening? What do you feel? Anya: She's stronger now. Close. Xander: What about Warren? Has she— Anya: He's still alive. She's not done. Warren: What, what are you doing? Willow: Shhh. Warren: Hey, hey, I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. Willow: Wanna know what a bullet feels like, Warren? A real one? It's not like in the comics. Warren: No. No. Oh god! Stop it! Willow: It's not going to make a neat little hole. First, it'll obliterate your internal organs. Your lung will collapse. Feels like drowning. Warren: Please! No. Willow: When it finally hits your spine, it'll blow your central nervous system. Warren: Oh please, stop, god! Please- Willow: I'm talking! The pain will be unbearable, but you won't be able to move. Bullet usually travels faster than this, of course. But the dying? It'll seem like it takes forever. Something, isn't it? One tinypiece of metal destroys everything. It ripped her insides out...took her light away. From me. From the world. Now the one person who should be here is gone...and a waste like you gets to live. Tiny piece of metal. Can you feel it now? Warren: Please! God! I did wrong, I see that now. I need, I need jail! I need...But you, you don't want this. You're, you're not a bad person. Not like me. Buffy: Willow! Warren: Oh, and when you get caught, you'll lose them too. Your friends. You don't want that. I know you're in pain, but- Willow: Bored now. Xander: Oh my god. Buffy: What did you do? Willow, what did you do? Willow: One down. prev episode next episode