Prophecy Girl Quotes

Xander: You know how I feel about you. It's, uh, pretty obvious, isn't it? There's never been anyone else for me... but you. And we're good friends, and it's time to take the next step.
Xander: Would you, um... date me? Oh that's good! Date me! It's terrible, right?
Willow: Huh? Oh, no! Oh, yes, 'date me' is silly...
Xander: See, what I should do is I should just start with talking about the dance. Y'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!
Willow: You're doing fine!
Xander: Why's it so hard? I should just walk up to her and say, 'Hey, I like you. Let's go to the dance together.'
Willow: Direct and to the point.
Xander: I'm ready. I wanna do it now. I *gotta* do it now.
Willow: Oh, Buffy's not here. You can practice on me some more.
 
Giles: Buffy!
Buffy: What? Do I have something on my face?
Giles: No! Uh, and, and yes, we're, we're safe. Uh, but probably best not to go up there.
Buffy: How're you doin' there, Giles? Get much sleep last night?
Giles: Um... I-I-I've been working.
Buffy: Me, too. I went hunting last night, and it is awfully sweet of you to ask. It's getting hairy out there, Giles. I killed three vampires last night, and one of them was practically on school grounds.
Giles: Their numbers are increasing.
Buffy: And they're getting cockier. Look, I'm not loving it. Last night was a pretty close call.
 
Buffy: Giles, care? I'm putting my life on the line battling the undead. Look, I broke a nail, okay? I'm wearing a press-on. The least you could do is exhibit some casual interest. You could go, 'hmm'.
Giles: Hmm? Oh, sorry. Um, yes, I'm very glad that you're alright. Uh, I-I need to verify, um... I just can't really talk right now.
Buffy: Fine. That's okay. I can't put it off any longer. I have to meet my terrible fate.
Giles: What?!
Buffy: Biology.
 
Xander: Um... You know, Buffy, uh, Spring Fling is a... time for students to gather and... Oh, God! Buffy, I want you to go to the dance with me. You and me, on a date.
Buffy: I-I don't know what to say.
Xander: Well, you're not laughing. So that's a good start. Buffy, I like you. A lot. And I know we're friends, and we've had experiences... We've fought some blood-sucking fiends, and that's all been a good time. But I want more. I wanna dance with you.
Buffy: Xander, you're one of my best friends. You and Willow...
Xander: Well, Willow's not looking to date you. Or if she is, she's playing it pretty close to the chest.
Buffy: I don't want to spoil the friendship that we have.
Xander: Well, I don't want to spoil it either. But that's not the point, is it? You either feel a thing or you don't.
Buffy: I don't. Xander, I'm, I'm sorry. I-I just don't think of you that way.
 
Xander: Hey!
Willow: How'd it go?
Xander: On a scale of one to ten? It sucked.
Willow: Oh.
Xander: Well, I guess it could be worse. I could have gangrene on my face.
Willow: Well, what'd she say?
Xander: Apart from 'no', does it really matter? She's still jonesin' for Angel, and could care less about me.
Willow: At least now you know.
Xander: Yeah, you're right. The deal's done. The polls are in, and it's time for my concession speech. Hey, I know what we'll do! We can go! Be my date! We'll, we'll have a great time! We'll dance, we'll go wild... Whadaya say?
Willow: No.
Xander: Good! What?
 
Angel: It can't be. You've gotta be wrong.
Giles: I've checked it against all my other volumes. It's very real.
Angel: Well, there's gotta be some way around it.
Giles: Listen. Some prophecies are, are a bit dodgy. They're, they're mutable. Buffy herself has, has thwarted them time and time again, but this is the Codex. There is nothing in it that does not come to pass.
Angel: Then you're reading it wrong.
Giles: I wish to God I were! But it's very plain! Tomorrow night Buffy will face the Master, and she will die.
 
Giles: Buffy, I...
Buffy: They say how he's gonna kill me? Do you think it'll hurt?
Buffy: Don't touch me! Were you even gonna tell me?
Giles: I was hoping that I wouldn't have to. That there was... some way around it. I...
Buffy: I've got a way around it. I quit!
Angel: It's not that simple.
Buffy: I'm making it that simple! I quit! I resign, I-I'm fired, you can find someone else to stop the Master from taking over!
Giles: I'm not sure that anyone else can. All the... the signs indicate...
Buffy: The signs? READ ME THE SIGNS! TELL ME MY FORTUNE! YOU'RE SO USEFUL SITTING HERE WITH ALL YOUR BOOKS! YOU'RE REALLY A LOTTA HELP!
 
Angel: You think I want anything to happen to you? Do you think I could stand it? We just gotta figure out a way...
Buffy: I already did. I quit, remember? Pay attention!
Giles: Buffy, if the Master rises...
Buffy: I don't care! I don't care. Giles, I'm sixteen years old. I don't wanna die.
 
Buffy: Mom, let's go away!
Joyce: What?
Buffy: Anywhere, just for a while, all weekend!
Joyce: Honey, I...
Buffy: No, it'll be great! You and me, a mother-daughter thing... We can talk about all the embarrassing things you love to bring up.
 
Joyce: But not the right someone. See, sometimes I actually do know what you're thinking. Well, then, uh, this probably isn't the best time for this, but, uh...
Joyce: I saw you eyeing it at the store. I figured...
Buffy: Mom, we can't afford this.
Joyce: The way you've been eating, we can afford it.
Buffy: It's beautiful.
Joyce: I think you should wear it. To the dance.
Buffy: No, I-I can't go to the dance.
Joyce: Says who? Is it written somewhere? You should do what you want. Homecoming, my freshman year of college. I didn't have a date, so I got dressed up and I went anyway.
Buffy: Was it awful?
Joyce: It was awful. For about an hour.
Buffy: Then what happened?
Joyce: I met your father.
Buffy: He didn't have a date either?
Joyce: He did. And that's a much funnier story that you will *not* get to hear. Oh, but it was a beautiful night!
 
Ms. Calendar: The part that gets me, though, is where Buffy is the Vampire Slayer. She's so little.
Giles: You know how to get in touch with this, uh, brother Luca chap?
Ms. Calendar: Hmm. As far as I can tell, no one can. He's disappeared. Did send out one last global though. A short one.
Giles: What did it say?
Ms. Calendar: Isaiah 11:6, which I dutifully looked up.
Giles: 'The wolf shall live with the lamb, the leopard shall lie down with the kid, the calf, the lion and the fatling together, and the
little child to lead them.'
Ms. Calendar: That's kinda warm and fuzzy for a message of doom.
Giles: Well, that depends where he's leading them to. Aurelius wrote of the Anointed One, 'The Slayer will not know him, and he will lead her into Hell.'
 
Giles: Buffy, I'm not gonna send you out there to die. Now, you were right. I-I've waded around in these old books for so long, I've forgotten what the real world is like. I-it's time I found out.
Buffy: You're still not going up against the Master.
Giles: I've made up my mind.
Buffy: So have I.
Giles: I made up my mine first! I'm older and wiser than you, and just... just do what you're told for once! Alright?
Buffy: That's not how it goes. I'm the Slayer.
Giles: I don't care what the books say. I defy prophecy, and I am going. There's nothing you can say will change my mind.
Buffy: I know.
 
Buffy: When he wakes up tell him... I don't know. Think of something cool, tell him I said it.
Ms. Calendar: You fight the Master, and you'll die.
Buffy: Maybe. Maybe I'll take him with me.
 
Xander: She's gone.
Angel: Whadaya mean?
Xander: Buffy, she's gone to fight the Master.
Angel: He'll kill her.
Xander: Rumor has it. Only we're not gonna let it happen.
Angel: Well, what do you propose we do about it?
Xander: Look, I know you can find this Master guy. He's underground, right? Take me to him.
Angel: You're way outta your league, kid. The Master'll kill you before you can even breathe. If you're lucky.
Xander: How can I say this clearly?
Xander: I don't like you. At the end of the day, I pretty much think you're a vampire. But Buffy's got this big old yen for you. She thinks you're a real person. And right now I need you to prove her right.
Angel: You're in love with her.
Xander: Aren't you?
 
Angel: This way. What?
Xander: You were looking at my neck.
Angel: What?
Xander: You were checking out my neck! I saw that!
Angel: No, I wasn't!
Xander: Just keep your distance, pal.
Angel: I wasn't looking at your neck!
Xander: I told you to eat before we left.
 
Xander: No. She's not dead.
Angel: She's not breathing.
Xander: But if she drowned, uh, there's a shot! CPR!
Angel: You have to do it. I have no breath.
 
Master: Yes. Come forth, my child. Come into my world.
Buffy: I don't think it's yours just yet.
Master: You're dead!
Buffy: I may be dead, but I'm still pretty. Which is more than I can say for you.
Master: You were destined to die! It was written!
Buffy: What can I say? I flunked the written.
 
Buffy: Sure! We saved the world. I say we party! I mean, I got all pretty.
Ms. Calendar: And what about him?
Buffy: He's not going anywhere. Loser.
 
Angel: By the way, I really like your dress.
Buffy: Yeah, yeah. Big hit with everyone.