Buffy The Vampire Quotes

Bottom line is, even if you see 'em coming, you're not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does. So what are we, helpless? Puppets? No. The big moments are gonna come. You can't help that. It's what you do afterwards that counts. That's when you find out who you are.

In every generation there is a chosen one. She alone will stand against the vampires the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the slayer.

Spike (to Giles) : Oh, poor Watcher. Did your life pass before your eyes — 'Cuppa tea, cuppa tea... almost got shagged... cuppa tea'?

Don't give me songs, give me something to sing about!

The hardest thing in this world, is to live in it.

They hurt you. You hurt 'em back. Or maybe it is the other way around. Whatever. Someday you might find a way to forgive each other. But it won't be like it used to 'cause that pain never really goes away.

I was going to fight vampires, and my name wasn't Buffy--I was so screwed.

Snyder: There are some things I can just smell. It's like a sixth sense." Giles: Well, actually, that would be one of the five.

He's like Super Librarian, y'know? Everyone forgets, Willow, that knowledge is the ultimate weapon.

The thing about changing the world... Once you do it, the world's all different.

If the apocalypse comes...beep me!

I've got a theory, it could be bunnies... I've got a theor- Bunnies aren't just cute like everybody supposes They've got them hoppy legs and twitchy little noses. And what's with all the carrots-? What do they need such good eyesight for anyway? Bunnies, bunnies it must be bunnies! ...or maybe midgets...

Using supernatural beings to build the perfect weapon? Intriguing idea." "Not really," I said. "They did it on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. A sub-par season. I slept through half the episodes.

Buffy Summers: (to Spike) "I could NEVER be your girl!

There's an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer that I've been thinking about a lot while writing this essay. In it, Buffy sacrifices her own life to save her sister, and right before she does, she tells her sister that the hardest thing to do in the world is to live - ironic words coming from someone about to kill herself for the greater good. As I'm writing this, I just keep thinking that Katniss never gets to sacrifice herself. She doesn't get the heroic death. She survives - and that leaves her doing the hardest thing in the world: living in it once so many of the ones she loves are gone.

If every vampire who said he was at The Crucifixion, was actually there, it would have been like Woodstock . . .

Time is what turns kittens into cats.

Wherever I was, I was happy. At peace. I knew that everyone I cared about was all right. I knew it. Time didn't mean anything, nothing had form but I was still me, you know? And I was warm and I was loved and I was finished. Complete. I don't understand about theology or dimensions, or any of it, really but I think I was in heaven. And now I'm not. I was torn out of there. Pulled out by my friends. Everything here is hard, and bright, and violent. Everything I feel, everything I touch this is hell. Just getting through the next moment, and the one after that knowing what I've lost...

It's about women. It's about power and it's about women and you just hate those two words in the same sentence, don't you?

Yes, I'm a small, emaciated teenage girl who struts around fighting vampires in earrings they would rip out of my ears and shove up my —

You are talking crazy-person talk. Put your words in word places please.

Kate: “Oh, please, Vincent. We’re in the middle of a major tourist site. Père Lachaise cemetary is practically Disneyland for the Dead. It’s not some Buffy soundstage with vampires rising out of the ground every time someone turns around.

Will Carmel eventually forget about this adventurous time with us? Will she shun Thomas and go back to being the center of SWC? She wouldn’t do that, would she? I mean, she did just compare me to Buffy the Vampire Slayer. My opinion of her isn’t the highest right now.

Did you see that? Buffy just staked that poor vampire. He had yet to even do anything untowared, he just crawled out of his grave and she staked him. That is just not right. She is taking out her problems with that Angel fellow on a vampire, that is what she is doing.

I find it most remarkable that we who are so intimately involved in the battle between good and evil are even more involved with the shades of gray in between them.

Seven years, Dawn. Working with the Slayer. Seeing my friends get more and more powerful... a witch. A demon. Hell, I could fit Oz in my shaving kit, but come a full moon, he had a wolfy mojo not to be messed with. Powerful, all of them. And I'm the guy who fixes the windows. They'll never know how tough it is, Dawnie, to be the one who isn't Chosen, to live so near the spotlight and never step in it. But I know. I see more than anybody realizes because nobody's watching me. I saw you last night, and I see you working here today. You're not special; you're extraordinary.

Tonight sucks. And look at me. Look at - look at stupid Buffy. Too dumb for college, and-and-and freak Buffy, too strong for construction work. And-and my job at the magic shop? I was bored to tears even before the hour that wouldn't end. And the only person that I can even stand to be around is a... neutered vampire who cheats at kitten poker.

To read makes our speaking English good.

Vampire Willow Rosenberg: "In my world, we have people in chains, and we can ride them like ponies.

A pair of freshmen rushed by our door talking about who would make a better Gallagher Girl: Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Veronica Mars (a debate made much more interesting by the fact it was taking place in Farsi).

Six a.m.!" Xander cried. "I know that's a number on my clock, but I've never actually been awake to personally witness it!

I've lost my mind," Alex muttered, grabbing her knives again and stomping back across the kitchen. "I woke up this morning a boring little chef on planet earth, and somehow ended up in the Twilight Zone as a third-rate stand-in for Buffy the Vampire Slayer".

I walk. I talk. I shop. I sneeze. I'm gonna be a fireman when the floods roll back. There's trees in the desert since you moved out, and I don't sleep on a bed of bones.

My people - before I was changed - they exchanged this as a sign of devotion. It's a Claddagh ring. The hands represent friendship; the crown represents loyalty... and the heart... Well, you know... Wear it with the heart pointing towards you. It means you belong to somebody. Like this.

Do you love me? What? Do you? I love you. I don't know if I trust you. Maybe you shouldn't do either. Maybe I'm the one who should decide!

Back in my day, which was about a week and a half ago, we took our lumps and we got back up and we cried like babies and quit and then put on weight.

Black suits you," he commented. "Don't get any ideas, Romeo." His frown curled into a slow grin, at once mocking and devastatingly handsome. "Ah, Shakespeare. 'How silver sweet lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears.'" He laughed. "Saw the movie, did you?" "I also saw Buffy the Vampire Slayer," I said. "Guess which one I liked better.

Life's a show and we all play a part And when the music starts We open up our hearts

What is a Dark-Hunter?" she asked. "Is it like Buffy the Vampire Slayer?" He laughed at that. "Yes, I'm a small, emaciated teenage girl who struts around fighting vampires in earrings they would rip out of my ears and shove up my-

In my generation, there was a single girl given the strength and skill to fight the spread of darkness...but in your generation, there are nearly two thousand with the powers of the slayer, and not all of them have chosen to use their newfound abilities conscientiously.

To forgive is an act of compassion... It's not done because people deserve it. It's done because they need it.

What is it with you and the Wizard of Oz references? Zombies and werewolves and vamps, oh my. Zombies and werewolves and...

I totally feel like Buffy right now. All I need is a girly leather jacket,” L said breathlessly. “And some vampires. Don’t forget that.” “Lighters qualify.” “I guess they do. So, your turn. Stab me.

Vampire Willow: "Bored now.

I keep thinking they’re gonna call me. I keep thinking they’re gonna crunch the numbers and think, oh, we can make money with this! And they don’t.

Anya: I don't understand how this all happens. How we go through this. I mean, I knew her, and then she's- There's just a body, and I don't understand why she just can't get back in it and not be dead anymore. It's stupid. It's mortal and stupid. And-and Xander's crying and not talking, and-and I was having fruit punch, and I thought, well, Joyce will never have any more fruit punch ever, and she'll never have eggs, or yawn or brush her hair, not ever, and no one will explain to me why.

I should warn you, I’m an expert on vampires. I’ve seen every episode made of Buffy, Angel, and Forever Knight, so don’t think a little fang-flashing is going to scare me.” – Nell to Adrian Oh, my God! You bit me on the leg! You drank my blood! I am not an appetizer!” You are much more then an appetizer. You are a twelve-course banquet. – Nell & Adrian I slid my tongue around the glossy enamel of his teeth, pausing to stroke down the length of an elongated canine tooth. Yeah. I know. How stupid is it to French kiss a vampire and not expect sharp teeth? – Nell

I sidestepped the vampire's rush, and drove my half of the former blasting rod down at its back, Buffy-like. Maybe it works better on television.

Xander Harris: "Just when you think you know a guy he robs a mass grave and takes off.

How very scared I was of everything, and in the end how very scared I was of her. This woman I knew, and did not know, and loved.

Why do you write strong female characters? Because you're still asking me that question.

It’s hard to imagine Buffy the Vampire Slayer without Interview with the Vampire.

Is Buffy the Vampire Slayer her personal savior? Because that would bum you out? The slaying part would, yeah. Not the Joss part. We all love Joss.

Did you learn that in P&E?" "No. Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

It was Joss Whedon's Buffy the Vampire Slayer (the television series, 1997-2003, not the lackluster movie that preceded it) that blazed the trail for Twilight and the slew of other paranormal romance novels that followed, while also shaping the broader urban fantasy field from the late 1990s onward. Many of you reading this book will be too young to remember when Buffy debuted, so you'll have to trust us when we say that nothing quite like it had existed before. It was thrillingly new to see a young, gutsy, kick-ass female hero, for starters, and one who was no Amazonian Wonder Woman but recognizably ordinary, fussing about her nails, her shoes, and whether she'd make it to her high school prom. Buffy's story contained a heady mix of many genres (fantasy, horror, science-fiction, romance, detective fiction, high school drama), all of it leavened with tongue-in-cheek humor yet underpinned by the serious care with which the Buffy universe had been crafted. Back then, Whedon's dizzying genre hopping was a radical departure from the norm-whereas today, post-Buffy, no one blinks an eye as writers of urban fantasy leap across genre boundaries with abandon, penning tender romances featuring werewolves and demons, hard-boiled detective novels with fairies, and vampires-in-modern-life sagas that can crop up darn near anywhere: on the horror shelves, the SF shelves, the mystery shelves, the romance shelves.

There was this other apocalypse this one time. And, well, I took off. But this time, I don't... I don't know." "Well, what's different?" "Well, I guess I was kinda new to being around humans before. And now I've seen a lot more, gotten to know people, seen what they're capable of and I guess I just realize how amazingly... screwed up they all are. I mean, really, really screwed up in a monumental fashion." "Oh." "And they have no purpose that unites them, so they just drift around, blundering through life until they die. Which they-they know is coming, yet every single one of them is surprised when it happens to them. They're incapable of thinking about what they want beyond the moment. They kill each other, which is clearly insane, and yet, here's the thing. When it's something that really matters, they fight. I mean, they're lame morons for fighting. But they do. They never... They never quit. And so I guess I will keep fighting, too.

Xander Harris: Hair. Red. Red is good. Fire engines are red. Porsche's are red.

Yo, zombie guys, pay attention. When it's Simon says, that means you have to do what I say. Let's be more direct. The Slayer says die, like, forever.

She was the Slayer. Normal teen angst didn't stack up to fangs at your throat.

...she yanked open her shoulder bag and pulled out a stake. Boy Scouts and vampire slayers should always be prepared.

. . . she jumped to her feet and hurried off, returning only seconds later with a dark brown bottle and a coffee mug that said And then Buffy staked Edward. The End.

What, are you like Buffy or something? A vampire slayer?” I wish. “No, but my sister is. And my boyfriend’s a vampire so I know a lot about their kind.” Jayden shrinks back from me, wide-eyed. “No, no. He’s one of the good ones. Not all vampires are evil,” I assure him. “So…you’re dating…Edward Cullen.” “Sure, if you have to relate it all to a Stephenie Meyer book,” I grudgingly agree. “But don’t say that to Magnus’s face. He’s a card-carrying member of Team Jacob. Even has the T-shirt.

Is that a Buffy the Vampire Slayer poster behind your desk?” I couldn’t keep the humor and stunned shock out of my voice. She laughed and pulled me toward the kitchen. “Team Spike forever.

The mythology warped and twisted back along itself until Buffy Summers, the girl who once railed against the unfairness of being Chosen, looked at a squadron of girls who were just like she'd been and took away their right to Choose.

Sometimes Drusilla forgot she was really there, a tangible creature and not some ghost of a memory, drifting about the world, only observing.

And that noise! It was enough to make that happy mailman on Mr. Rogers go postal!

You have a choice. You don't have a good choice, but you have a choice!

We're all leaving now", Blue Eyes whispered to her. "Together. Out the front door. Scream, and we'll kill you here and now. "Or later", Willow suggested nervously. "Later would be a big improvement on that idea. We could meet back here in, say, an hour, and you can exhibit your homicidal tendencies then, okay? That would be way better for us.

I now had two handy shafts of wood with jagged, pointy ends. I stepped between Inari and the nearest vampire and passed her one broken half of the rod. "Here," I said. "If you get the chance, make like Buffy.

Don't you know me by now, Angel? I never do what I'm meant for.

I need a witch... I need a nerd... I need a...a librarian!

Prague is a threshold.” “A threshold?” “Yes. Between the life of good and … the other.” Sarah thought of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. “I’m not going to have to fight demons, am I?

I thought of every strong woman I knew about—my mother, Muriel, my best friends . . . Buffy the Vampire Slayer . . . I would not back down. I would not surrender.

The batteries in his radio died and came back so often they could have had regular roles on Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Wanna know what a bullet feels like, Warren? A real one? It’s not like in the comics…I think you need to. Feel it…It’s not going to make a neat little hole. First - it’ll obliterate your internal organs. Your lung will collapse, feels like drowning…When it finally hits your spine, it’ll blow your central nervous system-…I’m talking. The pain will be unbearable, but you won’t be able to move… A bullet usually travels faster than this, of course. But the dying? It seems like it takes forever. Something, isn’t it? One tiny piece of metal destroys everything. It ripped her insides out… It took her light away. From me. From the world… And now the one person who should be here is gone - and a waste like you gets to live. A tiny piece of metal. Can you feel it now?

There's another way out there, and no matter what, I'm going to find it. If I'm Slayer, my choice is to use everything I've been given to protect those I love and to protect those I'll never even know.

And more than anything, feel proud of yourself, because you didn’t let being other kill you. You’re still here, and one day maybe you’ll have a family of your own and you’ll love the holidays. Or maybe you’ll never like this time of year. Either way, you’ll still be here, living. Sometimes that’s the bravest thing of all. And if you don’t believe me, it’s a line in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and as I and I both know, that show is everything.

I was a vampire once, until a bitch staked me through the heart. They called her Buffy,” she manages to add with a straight face, appearing a little bitter. “She looked more like a Sarah to me, though, if I’m being honest.

Boys", Buffy hissed through clenched teeth, "being quiet is an important part of sneaking." "Oh, sorry", Xander said, reducing his voice to a whisper. "Besides, ritual sacrifice is a religious rite", Giles went on quietly. "They wouldn't sacrifice just anyone at random. It's far more likely they'd suspect you of being a Roman spy scouting for the invasion and just outright kill you". "Oh great! Great! Way to be encouraging Giles. And I suppose you'll just watch that happen, in your Watchery way.

Sophie was a walking truth serum. If she was touching bare skin, she could yank the truth out of you like a loose tooth. I’d spent several unpleasant hours in her company during the Council’s screening process for humans who planned to work with vampires. That’s when I learned that you don’t refer to Buffy, the Winchesters, or even the Frog Brothers from The Lost Boys in front of Council officials. They do not have a sense of humor about that sort of entertainment.

That's what friends are for. The people who aren't in your life 'cause they're related, or hot for you. They just love you.

I never walk away from a fight. As a nerd, some people find this hard to believe about me, but it's true.

Well, at first I was thinking we could challenge them to a few rounds of Scattergories, but then I realized fighting would be way more emotionally satisfying." -Buffy

Jenny: You kids really dig the library, don't you? Buffy: We're literary. Xander: To read makes our speaking English good.

He found Fraden, the department head, exactly how he hoped she’d be. They soon had a standing date to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer every Tuesday night at her house. As

Tuesday had introduced her to every season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, even the bad ones.

Just because I’m a reporter doesn’t mean I don’t get to have an opinion about people.” “And your opinion of me is?” “Very low.” His eyes narrowed infinitesimally. “Is it my hair?” I flinched back, automatically checking out his hair. “No. There’s nothing wrong with your hair.” “You don’t like Star Wars?” He gestured to his shirt. “You’re a Trekkie? You should know, I’m an equal opportunity space drama aficionado, whether it be BattleSTAR Galactica, STAR Trek, or STAR—” “I get it, you like science fiction.” “Ah ha!” He lifted his index finger between us. “Ah ha, what?” “You’re a fantasy reader, aren’t you? That’s what’s going on. What’s your favorite TV show? Buffy the Vampire Slayer, right?” I lifted an eyebrow and crossed my arms, disliking that he’d guessed correctly. “What I read and watch isn’t the central issue.” “Have you received your Hogwarts letter?” he asked, and his tone was so serious, I almost mistook it for a real question

Peter, as in Peter Pan. Pretty fitting, really. Dante was like a boy who never grew up. At least he wasn’t calling himself Van Helsing and me Buffy. Might not go over too well with the undead crowd.

Bewitched has provided my mother's generation with their supernatural primer. For mine it was Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Whichever creature has introduced Joss Whedon to our world has a lot to answer for.

In one LiveJournal group, an intense Buffy the Vampire Slayer devotee illustrated her feelings thus, by caption-parodying that scene where Spike yells at Angel and Buffy: You’re not cis. You’ll never be cis. You’ll be trans ’til it kills you. You’ll fight, and you’ll shag, and you’ll hate yourself ’til it makes you quiver, but you’ll never be cis. Transgenderism isn’t brains, children, it’s blood! Blood screaming inside you to work its will!

We ate it sitting on the couch, bowls perched on knees, the silence broken only by the occasional snort of laughter as we watched a pert blonde high school student dust vampires on the television. In almost no time we were slurping the dregs of our third servings. (it turns out that one reason we're so good together is that each of us eats more and faster than anyone either of us has ever met; also, we both recognize the genius of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.)

Why are you so surprised? Joss Whedon is a god. I never would have made it through med school without Netflix and Buffy the Vampire Slayer.” “Buffy?” Wren said the name like she was talking about one of her best friends. “All six seasons?

The display of Angel's body and the sexual reaction it provokes lead to the revelation of his vampire nature: as he kisses Buffy, he shows his vamp face (a displaced manifestation of male desire?). The tension inherent in this display of the masculine body is that it actually has the effect of feminizing the character by positioning the male as sexual object to be looked at.

What about her?" asked the one Xander had burned with holy water. "Leave her," said another. "She isn't as important as the others. And if we took her and didn't kill her ... I think she might annoy me to death", Too frightened to be insulted, Cordelia watched them move away. - page229

His day-to-day life was fairly frivolous and lazy and laid-back. It was watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer with a bunch of cats hanging on his shoulders and maybe reading a book at the same time or doing a crossword puzzle." - Ken Morton, Edward Gorey's first cousin once removed, on Gorey's daily routines.

Buffy caught an unexpected movement from the corner of her eye. She turned to see Xander/Sarah holding an object while he/she rushed toward the Master with murderous intentions. "No!" Buffy exclaimed. "Use a stake! Not a steak!" Sarah stopped in fron of the grill and struck the Master several times on the chest and shoulders with the piece of meat.

Spike: "Thanks, but I make it a point to stay away from literature lovers. The reality never matches the fantasy.

I always worried what would happen when that bitch got some funding.

Inari screamed and swung her stake, but her Buffy impersonation wasn't any better than mine.

Does any Watcher ever know that he is suddenly watching the Slayer until that moment is announced to him?

If the Apocalypse comes, beep me!

Seize the moment, ‘cause tomorrow you might be dead.

My boyfriend had a bicentennial.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not sayin' you don't love her. But love doesn't make us saints. You're gonna think of yourself first. We're flawed creatures, men. REAL love - when you strip out all the baggage - can make us better'n what we are. That's the gift and the curse. But you gotta LET it. End o'the day, if you love someone, you do what's best for 'em. Even if it's not what's best for you.

Smell is the most powerful trigger to the memory there is. A certain flower, or a-a whiff of smoke can bring up experiences long forgotten. Books smell musty and-and-and rich. The knowledge gained from a computer is a… it, uh, it has no-no texture, no-no context. It’s-it’s there and then it’s gone. If it’s to last, then-then the getting of knowledge should be, uh, tangible. It should be, um, smelly.

He looked at the carpet, where moments before the creature had lain, then at her again. She didn't seem rattled. "Who are you, Buffy?" She smiled. "Did that look like a vampire?" She sat down next to him and took a sip from her own whiskey.

Konu bu değil ki. Her zaman bir isim vardır. Lincoln. Hitler. Gandhi. İsim, dehşete sebep olabilir, hayrete...Bazen de harika şeylere, isim yapmaya çalışan milyonlarca insan var. Hayal dahi edemeyeceği şeylerle karşılaşan insanlar. En kritik anda, kendi isimlerimiz bile insanların bizi ayırmak için kullandığı seslere dönüşür. Savaşabildim mi? Faydam oldu mu? Kız kardeşlerime destek oldum mu? Yoldaşlarıma, çocuklarıma, sümüklü böcek kabilesine...Her birimizin içinde zincirin bir halkası var. Adamın dediği gibi, ya varlığını hissedersin, ya da bilmezden gelirsin. Hissetmeye çalıştım. Bir kadın gibi karanlıkla yüzleşmeye çalıştım. Bundan fazlasına ihtiyacım yok. Beni hatırlamak zorunda değilsiniz. Kim olduğumu bile bilmiyorsunuz. Ben biliyorum.

Jenny: Honestly, what is it about them that bothers you so much? Giles: The smell. Jenny: Computers don't smell, Rupert. Giles: I know. Smell is the most powerful trigger to the memory there is. A certain flower, or a a whiff of smoke can bring up experiences long forgotten. Books smell musty and-and-and rich. The knowledge gained from a computer is a - it, uh, it has no no texture, no-no context. It's-it's there and then it's gone. If it's to last, then-then the getting of knowledge should be, uh, tangible, it should be, um, smelly.

Burada ki gizem avcısı benim ama onlar ne yapıyorlar? Gidip senin gibi İngiliz Edebiyatıyla kafayı bozmuş anti-sosyal kişiliği vampire dönüştürüyorlar! Dizideki vampir avcısı Buffy'nin bile yüreği cız etmiştir.Gerçi..." deyip değerlendiren gözle beni süzdü. "Senden çok iyi araştırma malzemesi, olurdu.

You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love 'til it kills you both. You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other 'til it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends. Real love isn't brains, children. It's blood. It's blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it.

But what clicked with Joss most of all was that Greenwalt was able to balance his edginess with an old-school approach to narrative. It was Greenwalt, Joss says, who was “constantly pulling us back to ‘But do we care about Buffy? But is Buffy in trouble?’” “We learned early on when we started writing that we’ve got to have the metaphor,” Greenwalt explains. After all, a storyline that’s just about a cool monster every week would quickly get old and predictable. “You’ve got to have the Buffy of it— what does it mean?

I've been watching Buffy on my laptop. I'm at the end of season two where the instructions for restoring Angel's soul have been saved onto a floppy disk, but Willow's lost the floppy disk down the side of a desk, so Angel's not going to get his soul back in time and Buffy will end up having to kill him. It's such a dumb reason for a vampire to have to die---just a stupid yellow floppy disk, and the fact that a desk and a cabinet aren't pushed close enough together. If it were today, the instructions would have worked out fine.

Sam didn't need to hear the rest of it--- which was that before heading to the recycling center I planned to watch a few episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. For research--- or so I told myself. The show had to be wildly inaccurate when it came to vampire details, but after two days of processing what had happened with Frederick the other night, my panic over the situation was fading. And my curiosity was growing. What was it like to be an immortal who drank human blood? Did Frederick's heart beat? What were the rules governing how he lived and ate... and died? It wasn't much, but without getting back in touch with Frederick himself, Buffy was about all I had for guidance. It had to be more accurate representation of vampires than Twilight or those old Anne Rice novels, right? Plus, it was an enjoyable show. The fact that Buffy also showed romantic human-vampire relationships had absolutely nothing to do with my interest, of course. Neither did the fact that I hadn't been able to get Frederick's pleading eyes, or his assurances that he would never hurt me, out of my head since the morning I first woke up on Sam's couch.

She reached down to help him stand. "Where did you learn that move?" he asked. "From an old movie on TV," said Buffy proudly. "I think it starred somebody - Flynn, or maybe what's-his-name - Lancaster, I forget which. Are we done?" "No, we must complete the session." He rubbed his back and groaned. "As difficult as that might prove to be." "Okay! But don't say I didn't warn you - I've been watching a lot of old movies lately." "I was afraid of that." Stiffly, Giles assumed a fighting position. "This is called a wombat stance-" "Looks more like a drunken squirrel to me," Buffy giggled.

In “Halloween,” Buffy hopes to please Angel by dressing as a noblewoman after seeing a sketch of one in a Watcher’s Diary about him. After their misadventures, they debrief: Angel: “I don’t get it, Buffy. Why did you think I’d like you better dressed that way?” Buffy: “I—I just wanted to be a real girl, for once. The kind of fancy girl you liked when you were my age—what?” Angel: “I hated the girls back then. Especially the noblewomen.” Buffy: “You did?” Angel: “They were just incredibly dull. Simpering morons, the lot of them. I always wished I could meet someone…exciting. Interesting.” —“HALLOWEEN”

When Buffy finally grinds the Master’s bones into dust, she collapses into Angel’s arms, sobbing out her fear, her frustration, and her victory to the one she loves best. In the next episode, “Some Assembly Required,” they move on, becoming more of a twosome. Which includes quarreling: Buffy: “Are you jealous?” Angel: “Of Xander? Please, he’s just a kid.” Buffy: “Is it ’cause I danced with him?” Angel: “‘Danced with’ is a pretty loose term. ‘Mated with’ might be a little closer…” Buffy: “Don’t you think you’re being a little unfair? One little dance, which I only did to make you crazy, by the way; behold my success!” Angel: “I am not jealous!” Buffy: “Oh, you’re not jealous. What, vampires don’t get jealous?” Angel: “See? Whenever we fight, you always bring up the vampire thing.” Buffy: “I didn’t come here to fight.” —“SOME ASSEMBLY REQUIRED”

Buffy sets down her weapon—a crossbow—walks to him, and offers him her neck, saying, "Go ahead." When he only looks at her, they reach an understanding: it's not as easy as it looks. Their relationship is deeper and more complex than that. When they meet again, agreeing that they must part, they tenderly kiss...the Slayer's cross-shaped brand searing the heart of Angel. Angel vanishes for three episodes, and when he returns, in "Out of Mind, Out of Sight," he is avoiding Buffy: Giles: "Is that why you're here? To see her?" Angel: (shakes his head): "I can't. It's...it's too hard for me to be around her." Giles: "A vampire in love with the Slayer. It's rather poetic, in a maudlin sort of way." In the first season's finale, "Prophecy Girl," the joy Buffy feels upon seeing Angel is wrenching...once she knows that he's discussing the fact that she will die in less than twenty-four hours. "You think I want anything to happen to you? You think I could stand it?" he asks her.

A lot of people want to know ‘How do I get my hair to look like so-and-so’s?’” Jeri observes. “They go to their hairdresser with a picture and say, ‘I want to look like that.’ Now, first of all, styling hair in the television industry does not necessarily have anything to do with a haircut. It’s styling, and the audience has to realize that this is a style that is maintained all day long. They don’t walk out of the trailer and never get touched again, like normal people in the regular world. They have somebody chasing behind them, making sure that every hair is in place. So to take a photograph of an actor and expect to look like that, they can cut your hair the same way, but if you don’t do the styling, all you’re stuck with is a haircut you don’t know what to do with. “I think the most important thing is that everybody needs to seek their own look, what makes them beautiful. It has nothing to do with what the actress looks like and nothing to do with wanting to be like them. You have to be yourself. I’m hoping that’s what has evolved on Buffy. She kinda looks like herself. She doesn’t try to create a hairstyle that takes hours to do. Fifteen minutes. Sometimes you have to work with what hair that you have. She is sixteen years old. I don’t want her hair to look like she came out of a salon. I’m hoping that we’re creating things that people can do, they’re not difficult to do. It’s a matter of really liking your face and being able to stand in front of the mirror and move [your hair] around until you balance your face.” Jeri Baker

Was it like in the movies?” he asked, flipping a burger. Kssssss. “You know, like a montage with a music backing, and you’re beating up a kick-bag and throwing wooden stakes at a dummy?” “That’s Buffy the Vampire Slayer.” Robin gave him a dark eye.

Oh, my God! This is just like ‘Smashed,’ season six, episode nine of Buffy the Vampire Slayer! The one where Buffy finally fucks Spike and they tear the house down around them!” observed Mary excitably.

Spike: You coddled me. Filled my head with impossible dreams. Made me weak. Set me up for the world to crush me. I had to be strong to survive. I had to change.

Vampires and werewolves captured me ever since Buffy the Vampire slayer entered the world. I was hooked on that show. I never left that passion for the paranormal behind. Now it's my turn to entertain others with the world of the paranormal and romance.

I take issue with that statement. There’s nothing wrong with Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

While we had something to eat later, we watched an early episode of Buffy, The Vampire Slayer.

Tenía que añadir a Clara Thomas, la fan de 'Buffy, la cazavampiros', a su lista creciente de gente a evitar. Clara estaba obsesionada con conocer a Darach, el primer vampiro real que había visto en su vida. Felicia no se veía con fuerzas de convencerla para que dejara esa estaca de madera que no soltaba ni a tiros, decidida a convertirse en aprendiz de cazavampiros.

To read makes our speaking English good.

This dream has been a lot better than most of my nights," she says. "You would not believe how often Kennedy shows up. I know it's petty but she's so annoying. Anything else I can help with while you're here?

If the Apocalypse comes, beep me

Steel yourself,” I whisper. “Beyond these doors lie hellhounds and vampires.” I smirk. If only they really were. I’d pull out a stake and end them like Buffy. Sadly, they are only human, and I cannot stab them.

Seize the moment, 'cause tomorrow you might be dead.

Military?” She followed my gaze to the guards. “Using supernatural beings to build the perfect weapon? Intriguing idea.” “Not really,” I said. “They did it on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. A sub-par season. I slept through half the episodes.

F#*% evolution.

Angel: You think I want anything to happen to you? Do you think I could stand it?

And the next evening, when she returns from her life in the daylight, he confesses: "I did a lot of thinking today. I can't really be around you...because when I am...all I can think about is how badly I want to kiss you—" Unable to conquer his passions, he does kiss her, fiercely, until, bloodlust upon him, he pulls back and reveals his true face: He is her enemy. He is a vampire.

Still, Buffy wavers in her duty as the Slayer: "He's never done anything to hurt me." And she and Willow talk about him pretty much as they would talk about any boy they were interested in: Willow: "Okay, here's something I gotta know: when Angel kissed you, I mean before he turned into...How was it?" Buffy: "Unbelievable." —"ANGEL"

Buffy: “Is that it? Is that everything? ’Cause you woke me up from a really nice dream.” Angel: “Sorry. I’ll go." He heads for the window. Stands facing it as Buffy hunkers down in bed, facing away from him. Angel (quietly): “I missed you.” She can’t reply, but the hardness in her face melts away. After a couple of beats, she turns, her true emotions about to spill out. Buffy: “I missed—” But he’s gone. She stares at the window, unhappy. —“WHEN SHE WAS BAD”

By the end of this episode, Angel can laugh at himself a little and make an admission: Buffy: “Love makes you do the wacky.” Angel: “What?” Buffy: “Crazy stuff.” Angel: “Oh. Crazy like a 241-year-old being jealous of a high school junior?” Buffy: “Are you fessing up?” Angel: “I thought about it. Maybe he bothers me a little.” Buffy: “I don’t love Xander.” Angel: “But he’s in your life. He gets to be there when I can’t. Take your classes, eat your food, hear your jokes and complaints. He gets to see you in the sunlight.” Buffy: “I don’t look that good in direct light.” Angel: “It’ll be morning soon.” Buffy: “I should probably go….I could walk you home.” —“SOME ASSEMBLY REQUIRED

Buffy: “I was just thinking, wouldn’t it be funny to see each other sometime when it wasn’t a blood thing? Not funny ha ha.” Angel: “What are you saying, you want to have a date?” Buffy: “No—” Angel: “You don’t want to have a date?” Buffy: “Who said ‘date’? I never said ‘date.’” Angel: “Right. You just want to have coffee or something.” Buffy: “Coffee?” Angel: “I knew this would happen.” Buffy: “Really? And what do you think is happening?” Angel: “You’re sixteen years old, I’m 241.” Buffy: “I’ve done the math.” Angel: “You don’t know what you’re doing, you don’t know what you want.” Buffy: “Oh, I think I do: I want out of this conversation.” Angel: “Listen. If we date, you and I both know one thing’s going to lead to another.” Buffy: “One thing’s already led to another. It’s a little late to be reading me the warning label.” Angel: “I’m just trying to protect you. This could get out of control.” Buffy: “Isn’t that the way it’s supposed to be?” Angel: “This isn’t some fairy tale; when I kiss you, you don’t wake up from a deep sleep and live happily ever after.” Buffy: “No. When you kiss me, I want to die.” —“REPTILE BOY”

Later, after Angel takes Buffy skating in an effort to recapture her lost girlhood dreams, they do battle with an assassin from the Order of Taraka. Angel is still wearing his vamp face when she tends to his wounds, even as he’s urging her to flee: Angel: “I—you shouldn’t have to touch me when I’m like this.” Buffy: “Like—what?” Angel: “You know. When I’m…” Buffy: “Oh. I didn’t even notice.” —“WHAT’S MY LINE? PART 1

Now their relationship has reached the apex of its growth: they have faced many dangers together; Buffy has discovered and accepted the terrible truths that lie behind her beloved’s face. She loves him completely…and she is pondering her next step…to love him utterly. She has accepted that death stares her in the face each night—her death, but perhaps Angel’s death—as she has a terrible dream, only to be reassured by his loving presence when she runs to him: Buffy: “…I like seeing you first thing in the morning—” Angel: “It’s bedtime for me.” Buffy: “Then I like seeing you at bedtime…I mean…you know what I mean. That I like seeing you. And the part at the end of the night where we say good-bye, it’s getting harder.” Angel: “Yeah, it is.” —“SURPRISE”

And yet, there is an odd resonance to the discord of his actions: Buffy: “It’s so weird…Every time something like that happens, my first instinct is to run and tell Angel. I can’t believe it’s the same person. He’s the complete opposite of what he was.” Willow: “Well…sort of, except…” Buffy: “Except what?” Willow: “You’re still the only thing he thinks about.” —“PASSION”

Then Willow musters up the courage to invite Oz to Buffy’s surprise birthday party in “Surprise”—and he is immediately initiated into the Scooby Gang when he sees a vampire explode into dust. He joins in the heist of the rocket launcher without so much as batting an eye: “So, do you guys steal weapons from the army a lot?” he asks. And he makes it very clear where he stands: Oz: “Sometimes when I’m sitting in class, I’m not thinking about class, ’cause you know that could never happen, I think about kissing you and then it’s like everything stops. It’s like freeze frame. Willow kissage…but I’m not gonna kiss you.” Willow: “What? But…freeze frame…” Oz: “Well, to the casual observer, it would appear like you want to make your friend Xander jealous. Or even the score or something. That’s on the empty side. See, in my fantasy, when I’m kissing you…you’re kissing me. It’s okay, I can wait.” —“INNOCENCE”

Welcome to the Hellmouth. An emotionally safe place to be? No way. Because on the lot, and in the interviews, and through the day-to-day encounters we had with the cast and crew, we came to understand the dedication everyone connected with Buffy brings to their craft. They talked about having to spar with their agents over accepting positions at Buffy (“the vampire what? Are you nuts?”). They shared with us the painful truth that when the twenty-minute presentation of Buffy was shown to “the suits” around town, no one wanted it. It was passed over. It was not picked up. And then, finally, twelve episodes were ordered so that Buffy could serve as a mid-season replacement series. Hardly a sign of enthusiasm or confidence. It was the critics who found Buffy first, and then the fans. And it was a huge, diverse audience of fans: horror devotees, teenagers, Boomers—anyone who watched the show and realized this wasn't just about icky things that go bump in the night. This was a show about the heart…by people who were pouring their hearts and souls into it. A shared vision.

Do you have an affinity for any character in particular?” MARTI: “Willow is probably closest to who I really was. I was an egghead, and I didn’t date until college. I was totally antisocial, and I was very, very, very shy. I couldn’t talk to boys. So I was much more Willow, although Willow is way cooler than I was. You know, there’s no one as geeky as me on this show. There’s nobody as awkward and introverted, and creepy as I was. I scared my friends. I was just a big drama nerd—I was too gregarious, too silly, then I would withdraw, and then I was too quiet. A couple of other girls and I were the biggest nerds in the universe. We were pizza-faced and just completely couldn’t talk. There was a hall that wasn’t actually a classroom, like an in-between place, called Room 6—it didn’t lead anywhere, it was just a dead end. We would stay in Room 6 because no one ever walked through there. That’s where we would hide so we wouldn’t have to talk to people. “It wasn’t the hardest time in my life, because I had a support system. I had what Buffy has. I had my Xander and my Willow and we had each other and we got through it. Man, thank God those weren’t my glory days. I hope my glory days are still ahead.” Marti Noxon

I've been watching Buffy on my laptop. I'm at the end of season two where the instructions for restoring Angel's soul have been saved onto a floppy disk, but Willow's lost the floppy disk down the side of a desk, so Angel's not going to get his soul back in time and Buffy will end up having to kill him. It's such a dumb reason for a vampire to have to die---just a stupid yellow floppy disk, and the fact that a desk and a cabinet aren't pushed close enough together. If it were today, the instructions would have been backed up to the cloud, so everything would have worked out fine.

The hardest thing in this world is to live in it. Be brave. Live. For me. BUFFY SUMMERS, BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER

The Rognons de Veau à la Bordelaise did not taste like piss, no matter what my mother says, because I cleaned them with my deadly boning knife, and because the beef marrow conducted a two-pronged attack with the finishing sprinkling of parsley on any holdout pissiness- extinguishing it between fatty, velvety richness and sharp, fresh greenness. We ate it with a wine that I bought in the city that is cloudy and dark and tastes a little like blood. The lady who sold it to me called it "feral." Like me. For dessert, some creamy smooth Reine de Saba and Season 1, Episode 2, Buffy.

Xander duckte sich instinktiv, als er das schneidende Geräusch hörte. Seine Augen folgten der Flugbahn des abgehackten Kopfes, der durch den Raum segelte. "Kopf hoch", murmelte Xander.

My attention was drawn to the Parliamentary Petitions website initially by a petition for a vote of no confidence in Jeremy Hunt. I’d never signed a petition before but when I saw one against Jeremy Hunt, I couldn’t resist. If you’re not familiar with him, imagine one of the vampires from Buffy, only 100 times less compassionate and in control of the NHS. I signed the petition, along with hundreds of thousands of others.

Lying on my side, I’m halfway through the episode where Cordy and Buffy get kidnapped by frat boys who try to sacrifice them to a demonic man-snake when Raphael reappears with my phone.