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Hopeless Dreamz
Hey, My name is Maya. I will be turning 15 on April 27th. I used to live in Petaluma and I went to a school called Petaluma Montessori which was right across the street from my house. I went there from 2nd-6th and I meet Gigi, Kathryn and Emily who are still my good friends. For 7th grade I had to move to San Rafael, Where I went to San Domenico for 7th and 8th grade where I met Laura and Katie my best Friends I San Rafael. Now for High School I go to MSAT. I really miss all my friends it petaluma and I hope to move back soon. I used to go to San Dominico but for High School I am going to MSAT. Last update 9/26/04 ThingsI like Anime: Fruits Baskets, Cowboy Bebop, Rurouni Kenshin, Books: Lord of the Rings, Song of the Lioness Quartet, Hitchhikers Trilogy.Movies: Pirates of the Caribbean, Lord of the Rings, Hidalgo, Princess Bride, Lion King, Spirited Away, Princess Monoke. Bands: Linkin Park, NOFX, Story of the Year, Hoobanstank, POD, Games: Zelda, Super Smash Bros, Soul Calibur, Mario Kart, Final Fantasy. Yuki ** Alive Kyou** Breaking the Habbit Miyu & Larva ** Untill the Day I Die Spike & Buffy ** The Reason Spike & Buffy ** Self Esteem
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I just changed the color scheme and the picture. I like this layout and I think it works well with my sites design so I will probally keep it up for awhile. The Picture is a some Offical art form Zelda. Its a picture of the Master Sword resting in the forest. Personally I think its a kickass picture. and thanks to Diaryland for being my host |
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My Favorite Buffy Quotes X: Oh, hey, you forgot your... stake? X: I laugh in the face of danger! Then I hide until it goes away. B: I won't wear my button that says, "I'm a Slayer. Ask me how!" O: He tried to bite me. What a sissy!
W: Just sitting here watching our barren lives pass us by. Oh, look, a cockroach. *stomp*
B: It's weird, though. In his way, I feel like he's still watching me. X: To read makes our speaking English good. X: You know, Buffy, Spring Fling just isn't any dance. It's a time for students to choose, um, a mate. And then we can observe their mating rituals, and tag them before they migrate... just kill me!
X: You were looking at my neck. C: *bites vampire* See how you like it!
B: "Sieze the moment, 'cause tomorrow you might be dead."
Owen: "So, where do you know Buffy from?" X: So how did the slaying go....I mean laying... wait I don't mean that either.
W: Cibo Matto? They're playing? B: You're a vampire. Oh, I'm sorry. Is that an offensive term? Should I say 'Undead American'? S: Where's the phone? I need to call the police. There's some big guy out there trying to bite someone. W: Wow. Two centuries of dating. If you only had two a year, that's still, like, 400 dates with 400 different... Why do they call it a mace? X: Okay, that's it. I'm putting a collar with a little bell on that guy. W: Oh. Sorry. The reflection thing that you don't have... Angel, how do you shave?
B: I told one lie. I had one drink.
B: So, what did you do last night?
X: Yeah, I'm gonna have to go with Dead Boy on this one.
F: I want to be like you. A vampire.
X: Those poor schlubs have to attend school on Saturday. B: All right, a regular kid and her cradle-robbing, creature-of-the-night boyfriend X: Hey, Angel's our friend! Except I don't like him
W: You know, I never really thanked you. X: If it weren't for you, people would be lined up five deep waiting to get themselves buried, Willow would be Robbie the robot's love slave, I wouldn't even have a head, and Theresa's a vampire. O: I spoke to Giles. He said I'll be okay, I just have to lock myself up around the full moon. Only he used more words than that... and a globe. B: Giles, there has to be some sort of spell to reverse the invitation, right? Like a barrier, a no-shoes, no-pulse, no-service kind of thing?
W: Frogs, frogs! Get them off of me! Oh my god, frogs! Get them off of me! Please, help - get them off! Frogs! Frogs! Oh my god, they're everywhere! Frogs! C: And we can still date. Or not... I mean, I understand if you want to see other fish. I'll do everything I can to make your quality of life better, whether that means little bath toys or whatever. S: It's a big rock. Can't wait to tell my friends. They don't have a rock this big. A: I want to learn from you.... but I don't want to dress like you.
B: What do you want?
J: Have we met?
As: Just tell me what I need to know.
O: Well, it's sort of a funny story. You remember when I didn't graduate? G: Unbelievable. "Do you like my mask? Isn't it pretty? It raises the dead." Americans! G: Oh, good show, Giles.
B: I had to. B: She gets along with my friends, my Watcher, my Mom. Look, now she's getting along with my fries. G: Ooo. Copper's got a gun!
G: I am in complete control of my Slayer. X: Well, as long as she and Angel don't get pelvic, we'll be okay, I guess. S: No, this is different. Our love was eternal. Literally. You got any of those little marshmallows?
S: Oh, god. You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love till it kills you both. You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other until it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends. Love isn't brains, children, it's blood -- blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it. W: Bored now.
A: What's the plan?
C: I wish Buffy Summers had never come to Sunnydale.
A: I was young. I never had a chance to...
J: So, angel's on top again? A: I want to take comfort in you and I know it'll cost me my soul and a part of me doesn't care. I'm weak. I've never been anything else. It's not the demon in me that needs killing, Buffy. It's the man.
G: They're confiscating my books.
G: "Session interrupted"? Who said you could interrupt, you stupid, useless fad! No, I said fad, and I'll say it again. X: "Frisky Watchers Chat Room." Why, Giles!
B: Yes! You will all be turned into vermin. And some of you will be fish. Yeah, you in the back, will be fish.
B: Actually, I do have a thing.
An: What a day. Give me a beer.
B: Well. B: We can't actually do any of those things. You'd lose your soul, and besides, I don't even own a kimono.
B: I never knew you had so much rage in you.
A: A lot of things that seem strong, and good, and powerful - they can be painful.
X: What am I gonna do? I think about sex all the time. Sex. Help! 4 times 5 is 30. 5 times 6 is 32. Naked girls. Naked women. Naked Buffy. Oh, stop me!
B: You had sex with Giles? You had sex with GILES?
W: He said he wasn't coming back until he'd driven to all 50 states.
X: Basically, I got as far as Oxnard, and the engine fell out of my car. And that was literally. So, I ended up washing dishes at the fabulous "Ladies Night" club for about a month and a half while I tried to pay for the repairs. No one really bothered me, or even spoke to me, until one night when one of the male strippers called in sick, and no power on this earth will make me tell you the rest of that story. Suffice to say I traded my car in for one that wasn't entirely made of rust, came trundling back home to the arms of my loving parents, where everything was exactly as it was except I sleep in the basement, and I have to pay rent. How's college?
B: Male strippers?
X: When it's dark, and I'm all alone, and I'm scared or freaked out or whatever, I always think - "What would Buffy do?" You're my hero. Okay, sometimes when it's dark, and I'm all alone, I'd think, "What is Buffy wearing?" O: On the plus side, you killed the bench, which was looking shifty.
P: I'm not doing the deep "get sympathy" routine. I mean, don't you just hate guys who are all, "I'm dark and brooding, so give me love."
B: Guy dating Harmony dead. Must be, like, the most tolerant guy in the world.
H: You love that tunnel more than me.
O: Okay, either I'm borrowing all your albums, or I'm moving in. B: I was just thinking about the life of a pumpkin. Grow up in the sun, happily entwined with others, and then someone comes along, cuts you open, and rips your guts out.
X: Like any of that's enough to fight the Dark Master.
G: Oh, my shoe. Silly me. I'll just pop..
X: Where is he? Where's the creep that turned me into a spider-eating man-bitch? D: Killing things with wood? Ooh, scary vampires -- they die from a splinter.
B: Suck up.
B: You put it in neutral again, huh? X: We will. We're just gonna play with matches, run with scissors, take candy from some guy. I don't know his name.
A: Crap! Look at this-- now I'm burdened with a husband and several tiny pink children, and more cash than I can reasonably manage.
B: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's just... Harmony has minions!
H: I've been doing my homework, reading books and stuff. B: Harmony, when you tried to be head cheerleader, you were bad. When you tried to chair the Homecoming committee, you were really bad. But when you try to be bad, you suck.
B: How bored WERE you last year?
X: Guess the folks are back.
G: Toth. X: At first it's just a place, and then you start to make memories. And then you're like... that's where Spike slept. And there, that's where Anya and I drowned a Separvo demon. Oh! And right there, that's where I got my heart all ripped out. I really hate this place.
S: Is it bigger than a breadbox?
D: This place is so... wow. I mean, check out all the magic junk.
D: What are you doing?
B: Don't take this the wrong way, but... < punches Spike in the nose > ...what are you doing here? Five words or less. S: The whole crowd-pleasing "threats and swagger" routine. How stunningly original. You know, I'm just passing through. Satisfied? You know, I really hope so, 'cause god knows you need some satisfaction in life, besides shagging Captain Cardboard, and... and I never really liked you, anyway, and -- and you have stupid hair.
B: You want to take Tara out of here against her will, you gotta come through me.
X: What's with the hand wave? You see that? Does that, like, mean something? B: I realize that every Slayer comes with an expiration mark on the package, but I want mine to be a long time from now. Like a Cheeto.
S: Since I agreed to your little proposition, we can do this my way. Wings. S: Beneath me. I'll show her. Put her six bloody feet beneath me. Hasn't got a death wish. Bitch won't need one. G: I'm almost certain you're not, but to be fair, I wasn't listening.
X: I still don't get why we had to come here to get info about a killer snot demon. S: As usual, I'm here to help you, and I... are you naked under there?
S: Ow! Bloody hell! Oh, god! Hey.
X: Are you talking to me hoping that I'll get so depressed that I'll impale myself on a fork right in front of you?
S: I know that look. A lot of people never really got Dru, you know?
Watcher: This statue... its removal from Burma is a criminal offense, and when triggered, it has the power to melt human eyeballs. B: There's also a near-consensus about Columbus, you know, until someone asked the Vikings what they were up to in the 1400's and they're, like, discovering this America-shaped continent.
S: I saved you.
S: Come on in. There's plenty of blood in the fridge.
A: Oh, it's just so lovely! Oh, I wish it was mine! Oh, like you weren't all thinking the same thing. S: "The monks possessed the ability to transform energy... bend reality." Blah, blah, blah. Good lord, Giles writes as dull as he talks, doesn't he? H: Oh, I'm gonna stake you! I'm coming after you, you bad, evil vampire, and I'm gonna slay you! I'm sneaking up, and I'm gonna stake you so much, with my slaying powers that I have because I'm the Chosen-- eek! Oh, Spike!
D: And the lady just invited you in?
B: Yeah, let's hear the story Spike is telling my little sister.
B: She thinks that... she said that... Spike's in love with me. Giles into every generation is born one who must run the annual talent less show; you cannot escape your destiny
B: The late night stake-out, the bogus suspects, the flask... is this a date? B: Well, I do beat him up a lot. For Spike, that's like third base. B: If it makes you feel any better, my fun-time-Buffy party night involved watching a robot throw Spike through a window. So, if you want to trade-- No, wait... I wouldn't give that memory up for anything! B: I can beat up the demons until the cows come home... and then I can beat up the cows
B: So, how does it start?
T: 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.
BB: Angel's lame. His hair grows straight up, and he's bloody stupid.
Gl:
A: We're just kind of thrown by the you having sex with Spike.
X: No one is judging you. It's understandable-- Spike is strong and myseterious, and sort of compact, but well-muscled....
Gl: I am a god.
S: 'Cuz Buffy -- the other, not-so-pleasant Buffy -- anything happened to Dawn, it'd destroy her. Couldn't live, her being that much pain. I'd let Glory kill me first. Nearly bloody did.
Bn: Can I just tell you its not my fault?
X: And that's cool too. Whatever you choose, you've got my support. Just think of me as... as your... uh, you know I'm searching for supportive things and I'm coming up all "bras", so something slightly more manly -- think of me as that.
Gl: Last words, Slay-runt?
S: No biggie. Look, the skin's already stopped smoking. You go ahead and play peek-a-boo with Mr. Sunshine all you like. Keeps the ride from getting boring.
T:
S: Is everyone here very stoned?
S: Ben. Glory. He's a doctor, she's The Beast. Two entirely separate entities sharing one body. It's like a bloody sitcom. Surely you remember?
B: Have you ever heard the expression: "Biting off more than you can chew?" O.k., um, how about the expression: "Vampire Slayer"?
B: I'm counting on you to protect her.
S: I know you'll never love me. I know that I'm a monster. But you treat me like a man, and that's.... Get your stuff, I'll be here.
B: Remember: The ritual starts, we all die; and I'll kill anyone who comes near Dawn.
Gl: The Slayer's a robot! Did everybody else know the Slayer was a robot?
B: Dawn, listen to me. Listen: I love you. I will always love you. This is the work that I have to do. Tell Giles I... tell Giles I figured it out, and I'm o.k. Give my love to my friends. You have to take care of them now. You have to take care of each other. You have to be strong. Dawn, the hardest thing in this world is to live in it. Be brave. Live... for me.
BUFFY ANNE SUMMERS
X: You ever think that the world's a giant game of musical chairs, and the music's stopped, and we're the only ones who don't have a chair?
X: Respect the cruller, tame the doughnut!
X: Something weird is going on. Isn't that our school motto?
W: why else would she be acting like B-I-T-C-H?
X: Generally, when scary things get scared - not good.
W: What are you doing? Help him!
S: She responded to Buffy-Bot because a robot is predictable. Boring. A perfect teacher's pet. That's all school's are, you know. Just factories, spewing out mindless little automatons. [slight pause] Who go on to be very valuable and productive members of society, and you should go.
BB: Sorry I questioned you, Spike. You know I admire your brain almost as much as your washboard abs.
S: A couple of stakes, holy water, one cross. [picks up cross] Ow! [drops it] Brilliant.
S: I do remember what I said. The promise. To protect her. If I'd have done that, even if I didn't make it, you wouldn't have had to jump. But I want you to know I did save you. Not when it counted, of course, but after that. Every night after that. I'd see it all again, and do something different. Faster, or more clever, you know? Dozens of times, lots of different ways. Every night, I save you.
D: Thank you! See? No biggie. I can totally handle it. [opens book] That's a weird place for a horn.... [slowly closes book] It's not a horn.
S: [peering down stairs] Oh. Did you know this place was flooded?
J: Stop touching my magic bone!
B: Life is stupid.
B: You play for *kittens*?!?
S: What's wrong love?
B: What happened to Xander?
Vamp: What is your malfunction, man?
S: You've just come to pump me for information.
G: If I want your opinion, Spike, I'll... I'll never want your opinion.
S: You should go back inside. Finish the big group sing, get your kumba-yayas out.
G: We'll get our memory back and it'll all be right as rain.
G: Anyway, what did I call you?
A: True. But my intuition says that you're not so much the magic guy and more of a paperwork type. Okay, here we go. [opens book at random]
B: You're a vampire.
G: Clearly, that is not a helpful book, darling. Come down and we'll go about fixing this in a sensible fashion.
B: Hi. How've you been?
B: But when I kissed you, you know I was thinking about Giles, right?
S: Examine my chip, or else Mr. Fett here is the first to die.
S: [in low and seductive voice] Slayer.
S: Thought you might be up for a little grunt work.
B: When did the building fall down?
X: Good Godfrey Cambridge, Spike. Still trying to mack on Buffy? Wake up already. Never gonna happen. Only a complete loser would ever hook up with you. Unless she's a simpleton like Harmony, or a nut-sack like Drusilla--
B: You know, I know what that looks like, but I swear it's not what it looks like. It's magic weed. It's not mine.
X: Looks like you had a little trouble upstairs. Mini disaster area.
S: And if we bump into each other, I'll clue her that you're on the lookout.
S: Get dressed if you can find your clothes, and push off, 'cause if I can't have all of you, I'd rather... hey, that's cheating.
B: He threw me out? He threw me! Did I, like, fall into some backward dimension here? Is this bizarro world?
Wn: What do you mean it's locked? You were supposed to check it!
B: We missed the bed again.
S: Well, isn't this usually the part where you kick me in the head and run out, virtue fluttering?
S: I had a muscle cramp. Buffy was helping.
B: I was insane to ever think you could just hang out with my friends.
B: I'm actually trying to move right now.
S: So, you ever think about not celebrating your birthday? Just to try it, I mean?
R: You have some weird friends.
R: I want to explain, I just don't have time. I've been up for 48 hours straight tracking something bad, and now it's come to Sunnydale.
X: I hate my uncle. I hate my whole family. That's why I'm marrying you, to start a new family, have children, make them hate us. Then one day, they'll get married, we'll sleep on their couch. It's the circle of life.
Sa: Patrolling with the real live Slayer. You're like Santa Claus or Buddha or something.
S: It's nice to watch you be happy. For them, even. I don't see it a lot. You glow.
S: Oh, balls. You didn't say he was a Glarghle Guhl Kashma'nik.
A: And now I'm off my guard. Happy. Singing in the shower and doing my sexy dance.
Aw: I can't wait to get my hands on his orbs.
X: Right, 'cause you varnishing the table with Spike -- how could that possibly have hurt?
B: Giles, everything's just been so... Xander left Anya at the altar, and Anya's a vengeance demon again. Dawn's a total klepto. Money's been so tight that I've been slinging burgers at the Doublemeat Palace. And... I've been sleeping with Spike.
X: You've been my best friend my whole life. World gonna end... where else would I want to be?
X: The first day of kindergarten, you cried because you broke the yellow crayon, and you were too afraid to tell anyone. You've come pretty far. Ending the world, not a terrific notion. But the thing is, yeah, I love you. I love crayon-breaky Willow, and I love scary-veiny Willow.
D: I love to dance, I like music, I'm very into Brittany Spears' early work, before she sold out, so mostly her fingerpainting and macaroni art -- very underrated. Favorite activities include not ever having to do this again...
B: If at first you don't succeed... cheat.
S: Buffy... duck.
S: I don't fancy sticking my head in that.
X: Sunnydale -- come for the food, stay for the dismemberment.
N: Is there anyone here that hasn't slept together?
B: Spike, have you completely lost your mind?
A: ...Spike's insane in the basement. Xander's there doing construction on the new gym...
B: It's a rock cliff.
Gnarl: Lock you in, nice white skin
X: Figuring out how to control your magic seems a lot like hammering a nail. Well, hear me out. So, you're hammering, right? If you hold the end of the hammer, you have the power, but no control. It takes, like, two strokes to hit the nail in. Or you could hit your thumb. So you choke up. Control, but no power. You could take, like, ten strokes to knock the nail in. Power, control -- it's a trade off.
W: Have you Googled her yet?
C: I'd love to ice-skate at Rockefeller Center. And I'd love to see my cousins grow up and see how they turn out, 'cause they're really mean and I think they're gonna be fat.
A: The rapid reproductive rate of our rabbits has given me an idea. I can give the excess out to the townspeople, exchanging them not for goods or services, but for goodwill and the sense of accomplishment that stems from selflessly giving of yourself to others.
O: Stop! It's Olaf!
B: I loved him more than I will ever love anything in this life, and I put a sword through his heart because I had to.
D'H: Breathtaking. It's like somebody slaughtered an Abercrombie & Fitch catalog.
X: It's the jacket. It's true, something about the big letter on the chest, it makes girls get all swoony and crushy. I saw it all the time in school. And you couldn't just pin any old felt letter to your coat and get play. Not that I tried.
X: No, Spike definitely seems a little more cogent, less bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl. I'm just sayin'... once you get back the soul, doesn't that mean you start, like, picking up your own wet towels off the floor?
W: Check out the fan club.
X: Oh. Oh! No! "Daddy" -- no, I wasn't -- when I was looking, I wasn't-- Oh, god.
B: Xander, be honest. You didn't, you know, think about slipping that jacket on just a little bit?
W: Hey, Anya. You never told us what your.. "Can't believe you almost--"
J: Disday ebolve, te tu vhoreh.
D: Anchovies, anchovies, you're so delicious, I love you more than all the other fishes.
H: Oh my god!
S: Anya, do be specific and tell a fellow just exactly what you're doing here.
A: All I'm saying is soulless Spike would have had me upside down and halfway to happy-land by now.
B: I'm looking for this guy. Bleach-blond hair, leather jacket, British accent, kind of... sallow? But in a hot way?
Aw: I'd like 12 pork chops, 2 pounds of sausage, 8 quarts of pig's blood, 3 steaks, um, halibut, and uh, some toothpaste...
S: Meaning, I have come to redefine the words "pain" and "suffering" since I fell in love with you.
S: Apparently I just slaughtered half of Sunnydale, pet. I'm not really worried about being polite any more.
X: Trigger.
W: Hey, here, the First! ...Bank of Delaware. Sorry.
G: Sorry to barge in. I'm afraid we have a slight apocalypse.
R: Why is that guy tied to a chair?
T: I remember. You wore pink.
R: That's hot.
Am: Is it weird? We're mean to each other, and we like each other.
M: Where'd you live?
G: And then, apparently someone told them that the vision quest consists of me driving them to the desert, doing the hokey-pokey until a spooky Rasta mama-slayer arrives and speaks to them in riddles.
D: Molly and Rona are fighting over who gets to drive the first leg.
B: We'll hit serious research mode.
D: I feel him, I feel him.
Army guy: We're to provide you anything you need to help ass-face here. Those were his exact words, ma'am
G: I honestly feel the largest part of it was instinct. Instinct and reflexes. There's a sort of wary watchfulness I've developed over the years. It's like another sense. [Spike tackles Giles, Giles goes thud]
S: [in unison] Hey. You're not the First.
S: Anya said you were the First. Said you were evil. You're supposed to be all go-through-able.
B: I guess it was instinct. Like you were talking about.
W: I've Googled till I just can't Google no more.
W: This one's either "I just got lucky, don't call me for a while" or "My date's a demon who's trying to kill me."
A: You fought like such a wimpire, what with the lifting and the running.
K: Is getting thrown through the ceiling what he does best?
An: It's wonderful to get lost in a story, isn't it? The adventure and heroics and discovery, don't they just take you away? Come with me now, if you will, gentle viewers. Join me on a new voyage of the mind. A little tale I like to call "Buffy: Slayer of the Vam-pires."
A: For god's sake, Andrew, you've been in here for thirty minutes. What are you doing?
An: Buffy and Spike have some sort of history. You can feel the heat between them, although technically, as a vampire, he's room temperature.
Amanda: If we don't save the world, then... nothing matters.
B: You stabbed Jonathan to death. What were you trying to do, scratch his back from the front?
G: Have you seen the new library? There's nothing but computers. Not a book to be seen!
S: With all the rubbish people keep sticking in my head, it's a wonder there's any room for my brain.
S: Stop... hitting... me! We're on the same side.
S: Angel's dull as a table lamp. And we have very different coloring.
S: Not all that tension was about you. Giles was part of a plan
to kill me... for Buffy's own good.
F: No more Starbucks for the wannabes, man. They've been spazzing for, like, hours.
F: I may have said a few things.
An: It's an onion, and it's a flower. I don't understand how such a thing is possible.
An: I spy with my little eye something that begins with a "T."
C: So... you found it. Not impressed. 'Cause the question now, girly-girl, is can you pry it from solid rock before I come over there and... (Buffy easily pulls the scythe from the rock) Darn.
X: You know what's even worse? All those stupid "it's all fun and games until someone loses an eye" jokes.
F: Somebody has to lead. Let's vote for Chao-Ahn. It's harder to lead people into a deathtrap if you don't speak English.
S: You did it. Fulfilled your mission. Found the Holy Grail, or the holy hand grenade, or whatever the hell that is.
B: You're a dope.
S: All I did was hold you and watch you sleep. And it was the best night of my life.
A: I guess I just realized how amazingly screwed up they all are. I mean really, really screwed up, in a monumental fashion. 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... never quit. So I guess I will keep fighting, too.
B: He's got a soul now.
B: What was the highlight of our relationship -- when you broke up with me, or when I killed you?
B: Okay, I'm cookie dough. I'm not done baking. I'm not finished becoming whatever the hell it is I'm gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and... maybe one day I turn around and realize I'm ready. I'm cookies. And then, you know, if I want someone to eat--- or enjoy warm, delicious cookie me, then, that's fine. That'll be then. When I'm done.
S: So, where's tall, dark and forehead?
B: Faith still has my room.
S: I'm drowning in footwear!
G: That puts me over by the door. Demons around the perimeter... Right. I open the door.
B: In every generation, one slayer is born...because a bunch of men who died thousands of years ago made up that rule. They were powerful men. This woman is more powerful than all of them combined.
S: I can feel it, Buffy
S: Gotta move, lamb. I think it's fair to say school's out for bloody summer.
B: I love you.
An: She was incredible. She died saving my life.
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