You had sex with Giles? You had sex with Giles?!
It was the candy! We were teenagers!
On the hood of a police car?!
[goes to leave, glances back] I'll be downstairs. [exits] You feel better!
Twice!?
S3Earshot
[Buffy finds Jonathan in the clock tower with a rifle.]
Go away!
Never gonna happen.
You think I won't use this?
I don't know, Jonathan. I just –
Stop doing that!
Doing what?
Stop saying my name like we're friends! We're not friends! You all think I'm an idiot! A short idiot!
I don't. I don't think about you much at all. Nobody here really does. Bugs you, doesn't it? You have all this pain and all these feelings, and nobody's really paying attention?
You think I just want attention?
No. I think you're up in the clock tower with a high-powered rifle because you wanna blend in. Believe it or not, Jonathan, I understand about the pain.
Jonathan [bitterly]: Oh, right! Because the burden of being beautiful and athletic, that's a crippler!
You know what? I was wrong. You are an idiot. My life happens to, on occasion, suck beyond the telling of it. Sometimes more than I can handle. And it's not just mine. Every single person down there is ignoring your pain because they're too busy with their own. The beautiful ones. The popular ones. The guys that pick on you. Everyone. If you could hear what they were feeling. The loneliness. The confusion. It looks quiet down there. It's not. It's deafening... You know, I could've taken that by now.
I know.
[holds out hand] I'd rather do it this way. [gently takes the rifle from Jonathan as he hands it to her]
[Buffy and Giles are walking toward the high school.]
Well, it's nice to be able to help someone in a non-slaying capacity. Except he's starting to get that look, you know, like he's gonna ask me to prom.
Well, it would probably be good for his self-esteem, if you...
Oh, come on! What am I, Saint Buffy? He's, like, three feet tall!
I'm glad to see you've recovered from your psychic encounter more or less intact. Feel up to some training?
Sure. We can work out after school. You know, if you're not too busy having sex with my mother!
[Giles walks right into a tree.]
[After Buffy and Xander discover that a lunch lady has been putting rat poison in the students' food]
Rat poison! Rat poison! Drop your spoons. Step away from the spoons.
Okay, let's calm down.
LLunch Lady
Vermin. You're all vermin. You come in here, and you eat... and you eat... filth.
I don't see this being settled with logic.
S3Choices
[Buffy and Angel are hunting vampires in a cemetery at night.]
So this is our future? This is how we're going to spend our nights when I'm fifty and you're... the same age you are now?
[A vampire growls behind them.]
Let's just get you to fifty.
Liking that plan.
Well, I don't think I can talk any slower, Wes. I want to leave.
What? Now?
No, not now. After I graduate, you know, college?
But you're a Slayer.
Yeah. I'm also a person. You can't just define me by my slayer-ness. That's... something-ism.
Looks like a job for Wiccan girl. What do you say, Will? Big-time danger.
Hey, I eat danger for breakfast.
But oddly enough, she panics in the face of breakfast foods.
Give me the speech again, please. "Faith, we're still your friends. We can help you. It's not too late."
It's way too late. You know, it didn't have to be this way. But you made your choice. I know you had a tough life. I know that some people think you had a lot of bad breaks. Well, boo hoo! Poor you! You know, you had a lot more in your life than some people. I mean, you had friends in your life like Buffy. Now you have no one. You were a slayer and now you're nothing. You're just a big, selfish, worthless waste.
[Faith knocks Willow to the ground.]
You hurt me, I hurt you. I'm just a little more efficient.
[stands up] Aw, and here I just thought you didn't have a comeback.
I can't let you stay because of me.
Actually, this isn't about you. Although I'm fond, don't get me wrong, of you. The other night, you know, being captured and all, facing off with Faith, things just kinda got clear. I mean, you've been fighting evil here for three years, and I've helped some, and now we're supposed to decide what we want to do with our lives. And I just realized that's what I want to do. Fight evil, help people. I mean, I-I think it's worth doing. And I don't think you do it because you have to. It's a good fight, Buffy, and I want in.
I kind of love you.
And, besides, I have a shot at being a bad-ass Wicca, and what better place to learn?
I feel the need for more sugar than the human body can handle.
Mochas?
Yes please! [the two get up and walk away] It's weird. You look at something and you think you know exactly what you're seeing, and then you find out it's something else entirely.
Neat, huh?
Sometimes it is.
S3The Prom
AAnya
The power of the Wish made me a righteous sword to smite the unfaithful.
Well, hey! Good luck with that. Hope it works out for you.
AAnya
You know, you can laugh, but I have witnessed a millennium of treachery and oppression from the males of the species, and I have nothing but contempt for the whole libidinous lot of them.
Then why you talking to me?
AAnya
[averting her eyes] I don't have a date for the prom.
Well, gosh! I wonder why not. It couldn't possibly have anything to do with your sales pitch?
AAnya
Men are evil... Will you go with me?
One of us is very confused, and I honestly don't know which.
...
AAnya
When I lost my powers I got stuck with this persona, and now I have all these feelings. I don't understand it. I don't like it. All I know is I really want to go to this dance and I want someone to go with me.
...
AAnya
Look, I know you find me attractive. I've seen you looking at my breasts.
Nothing personal, but when a guy does that it just means his eyes are open.
AAnya
Whatever. Look, do you wanna go with me or not?
[Xander's eyes lower for a second, then flick back up to Anya's face.]
[about the Prom] Well, at least we all have someone to go with now. Some of us are going with demons, but I think that's a valid lifestyle choice.
This is actually a new category. First time ever. I guess there were a lot of write-in ballots, and, um, well, the prom committee asked me to read this... We're not good friends. Most of us never found the time to get to know you, but that doesn't mean we haven't noticed you. We don't talk about it much, but it's no secret that Sunnydale High isn't really like other high schools. A lot of weird stuff happens here.
Crowd outbursts: Zombies! . . . Hyena people! . . . Snyder! [laughter]
But whenever there was a problem or something creepy happened, you seemed to show up and stop it. Most of the people here have been saved by you, or helped by you at one time or another. We're proud to say that the Class of '99 has the lowest mortality rate of any graduating class in Sunnydale history... [applause from the crowd]... And we know at least part of that is because of you. So the senior class offers its thanks, and gives you, uh, this. [produces a glittering, miniature umbrella with a small plaque attached to the shaft] It's from all of us, and it has written here, "Buffy Summers, Class Protector."
[The crowd breaks into sustained applause and cheering.]
Mr. Giles! I'd like your opinion. While the last thing I would want to do is model bad behavior in front of impressionable youth, I wonder if asking Miss Chase to dance--
For God's sake, man, she's eighteen. And you have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone. Just--have at it, will you, and stop fluttering about?
[Buffy and Angel are in the sewers looking for a vampire]
I always say patrol's not complete without a trip to the stinky sewers.
I'm sure I saw him come down here.
Couldn't we just let this be the vamp that got away? We could say he was this big. [Holds hands apart to indicate size]
You guys are going to have a prom. The kind of prom that everyone should have. I'm going to give you all a nice, fun, normal evening, if I have to kill every single person on the face of the earth to do it.
...Yay?
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