Since when do they have orgies, and why aren’t I on the mailing list? We don’t have wings, we just skate around with perfect hair fighting crime. Bonnie and Clyde, they wanted fame, notoriety, and boy did they get it. They also got dead. Let me pour you a big frosty mug of ‘shut-the-hell-up.’ Battle wounds are nothing new to me, preacher. Say! look at you! You look just like me! We’re very pretty. Did you know that the only animal in the animals crackers that has clothes is the monkey? She is the slayer. Anyone in this much pain prays, or at least curses.
It’s not a road trip. It’s a covert operation. They’re just a bunch of hormonal time bombs. Everybody started singing and dancing. Barmaid, bring me stronger ale, and some plump, succulent babies to eat. For this plan to work, River and I will have to be dead.
Last month he’s the freak with jicama breath who waxes his back. If you can’t do something smart, do something right. It’s about power and it’s about women and you just hate those two words in the same sentence, don’t you?
Hey, no, we’ll just set course for Planet of the Lonely, Rich, and Appropriately Hygienic Man. You will keep a civil tongue in this house or we’ll put your tongue in a stew. Buffy’s boinking Spike. Can’t even shout, can’t even cry. The news isn’t there to tell you what happened. It’s there to tell you what it wants you to hear or what it thinks you want to hear. The only thing Willow was ever good for, the only thing I ever had going for me were those moments, just moments, where Tara would look at me and I was wonderful. You shut the hell up right now or so help me, I’ll shut you up.
I find it a bit sad that you think of yourself as a candidate for anyone’s fantasy. Instead you go all Dumbledore on me. Actually, I was fired from a fry-cook opportunity.
Why not default them with ninja skills or whatever? I hate to bring up our imminent arrest during your crazy time, but we gotta move. I’m a rogue demon hunter now.
I think calling him that is an insult to the psychotic lowlife community. I sort of met you, I mean, I watched you while you were sleeping. I mean, I was, I was present while you were unconscious, from the ice. No, Angel, it’s not you. See if you were really a witch, you’d do a spell to escape. Can everybody just notice how much fire I’m not on? Everyone’s a hero in their own way, in their own not that heroic way. My entire existence was constructed by a sociopath in a sweater vest; what do you suggest I do?
Sweetie, if he had a tussle with that Sasquatch, we’d be in the dirt right about now, scooping up the Captain’s teeth. Oh my god, I find lentils completely incomprehensible.
Say, aren’t you leaving a hole in the middle of some soggy group hug? Boy, when they were handing out school spirit, you didn’t even stand in line, did you? Okay, at this point you’re abusing sarcasm. You shut the hell up right now or so help me, I’ll shut you up. Oh my god, I find lentils completely incomprehensible.
I’ll never leave. Not even if you kill me. It’s like somebody slaughtered an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. Either blow us all up or rub soup in our hair. It’s a toss-up. Now you can luxuriate in a nice jail cell, but if your hand touches metal, I swear by my pretty floral bonnet: I will end you. Oh Spike, devour me! You always hurt the one you love. Ah, the pitter patter of tiny feet in huge combat boots.