TSTara, speaking for The First Slayer
I have no speech, no name. I live in the action of death. The blood cry, the penetrating wound. I am destruction, absolute, alone.
Season 5
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[Giles is singing and playing "Behind Blue Eyes" by The Who at an espresso bar. Anya, Willow, Xander and Tara watch from the door, amazed. All three girls are riveted; Willow's and Anya's mouths are hanging open.]
Um, could we go back to the haunted house? Cause, this is creeping me out.
Tara
Does he do this a lot?
[sarcastic.] Sure. Every day the earth rotates backward and the skies turn orange.
Now I remember why I used to have such a crush on him.
Tara
Well, he is pretty good.
His voice is... pleasant.
Oh, come on, he is kinda sexy.
I'm fighting total mental breakdown here, Will. No more fueling the fire, please.
No candles? I brought one. It's... extra flamey. [beat] Tara, I have to tell you...
Tara
No, I-I understand. You have to be with the person you l-love. [beat]
[looks a bit hurt, then smiles] I am.
Tara
You mean...
Tara
Oh, yes.
I feel horrible about everything I put you through. A-and I'm gonna make it up to you. [smiles] Starting right now.
Tara
[smiles] Right now?
[Willow nods and smiles]
[Tara blows the candle out]
Tara
You learn her source [grins] and, uh, we'll introduce her to her insect reflection.
[Everyone stares in confusion. Tara stops smiling.]
Tara
Um, that-that was funny if you, um, studied Taglarin mythic rites... [quietly] and are a complete dork.
Oh, then how come Xander didn't laugh?
I don't know that Taglarin stuff.
Well, I get to run the store, right?
[alarmed] You? Ah, w-well, it's quite a lot for one person to take care of.
...
We can come by between classes. Usually I use that time to copy over my class notes with a system of different colored pens, but it's been pointed out to me that that's, you know, insane.
Tara
I said "quirky."
...
Um, Anya, while, while I completely trust you uh, uh, to take care of the inventory and the money, um ... dealing with people requires a certain, uh ... finesse.
[angrily] I have finesse! I have finesse coming out of my bottom! I can completely lie to the health inspector. I can, you know, distract him with coy smiles, and-and bribe him with money and goods.
See there? She'll be great.
Don't worry, Giles. I'll help her take care of everything. It'll be ship-shape. Better, it'll be shop-shape.
Trying to send him to a specific place is sort of like, like... trying to hit a puppy by throwing a live bee at it. Which is a weird image and you should all just forget it.
It's possible that he's in the land of perpetual Wednesday, or the crazy melty land, or, you know, the world without shrimp.
Tara
There's a world without shrimp? [pause] I-I'm allergic.
The land of the trolls. He'll like it there. Full of trolls.
It's hard to be precise, though. Alternate universes don't stay put. Trying to send him to a specific place is sort of like, like... trying to hit a puppy by throwing a live bee at it. Which is a weird image, and you should all just forget it.
It's possible that he's in the land of perpetual Wednesday, or the crazy melty land, or, you know, the world without shrimp.
Tara
There's a world without shrimp? [pause] I-I'm allergic.
He's probably in Troll Land.
I only care that he's not here, and I got this nifty souvenir.
[She places Olaf's hammer on the glass countertop - which promptly shatters under its weight]
The place is trashed enough anyway.
NNigel
I need to know a little bit more about the Slayer, and about the both of you. Your relationship, whatever you can tell me.
Tara
O-o-our relationship?
Tara
Good friends.
Tara
Yes, we're girlfriends.
We're in love. We're... lovers. [puts hand on Tara's knee] We're lesbian, gay-type lovers.
NNigel
I meant your relationship with the Slayer.
Tara
[hastily] Um, just good friends. [Willow takes her hand off Tara's knee.]
I think we're just about ready for pie.
And then I'll be pretty much ready for barf.
You know, barf from the eating. 'Cause all was good and too much goodness.
I'm taking it as a compliment.
Yes, everything was delicious.
Yes. I'm going to barf, too.
How you doin' there, Will? Are you in the vomit club, too?
[groans] I had too much nog.
Tara
Oh, baby. Want me to rub your tummy? She likes it when I... uh, s-stop explaining things.
My nog tastes funny. I think I got one with rum in it.
Yeah! Now Santa's gonna pass you right by! Naughty boozehound.
Santa always passes me by. Something puts him off. Could be the big honkin' menorah.
...
I mean, it's a myth that it's a myth. There is a Santa Claus.
The advantage of having a thousand-year-old girlfriend. Inside scoop.
Tara
There's a Santa Claus?
Mm-hmm. Been around since, like, the 1500s. But he wasn't always called Santa. But with, you know, Christmas night, flying reindeer, coming down the chimney -- all true.
Well, he doesn't traditionally bring presents so much as, you know, disembowel children. But otherwise...
Tara
The reindeer part was nice.
[Willow is searching for something to wear]
Have you seen the blue one? Joyce liked the blue one.
Tara
I can check the Laundry room again if you want.
What about Purple? What does Purple mean?
Tara
I think Purple means royal.
I can't be Royal when I'm at the hospital. "Oh look at me I'm Queen of everything". [Crying] I have to go see Buffy and be supportive. Why do all my clothes have stupid things on them? Why can't I dress like a grown up? Can't I be a grown up?
Tara
Shh, darling. [Kissing her on the head]
[Tara and Willow kiss]
Tara
We can do this.
We can be there for Buffy and Dawn.
Tara
We can be strong.
Tara
[Laughs] Like an Amazon.
Tara
Everyone, before we jump all over her, people do strange things when someone they love dies. When I lost my mother, I did some pretty dumb stuff like lying to my family and staying out all night.
[Willow and Tara are left speechless for a moment.]
Oh. Tara's right. Grief can be powerful, and we shouldn't judge--
Tara
What are you, kidding? She's nuts!