Ok, you know it, it just doesn't feel like home without a thread like this. :D

 

Willow: It's horrible! That's me as a vampire? I'm so evil and... skanky. And I think I'm kinda gay.

 

 

Willow: He deserves a torturous and slow death by spider bites. Well, for today, we'll just have to throw spitballs at his neck in class.

 

 

Spike: I'm not lurking. I'm standing about. It's a whole different vibe.

 

 

Dawn: Like Tara. She and Willow are both witches. They do spells and stuff, which is so much cooler than slaying. I told Mom one time I wish they'd teach me some of the things they do together. And then she got really quiet and made me go upstairs. Huh, I guess her generation isn't cool with witchcraft.

 

 

Spike: Look at you.

Angel: Spike. Just turn around and walk away.

Spike: You're a...

Angel: Spike...

Spike: You're a bloody puppet

 

 

Angel: Stupid thread...stupid needle...stupid fingers!

 

 

Lorne: I hate to be the little demon that cried Apocalypse, Nowish, but..

I'll be in my bunk!

 

Err what.. is Joss Whedon.

There's a thread like this on the Yellow Ajah board, but I'll repost some of the stuff I put over there:

 

 

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Cordy: Lemme break it down for you, Fred. (imitating Buffy) Oh, Angel. I know that I am a Slayer, and you're a vampire and it would be impossible for us to be together, but --

 

Wesley: (imitating Angel) But... my gypsy curse sometimes prevents me from seeing the truth. Oh Buffy...

 

Cordy: Yes, Angel?

 

Wesley: I love you so much I almost forgot to brood.

 

Cordy: And just because I sent you to Hell that one time doesn't mean that we can't just be friends.

 

Wesley: Or possibly more?

 

Cordy: Gasp! No! We mustn't!

 

Wesley: Kiss me!

 

Cordy: Bite me!

 

Angel: (entering) How about you both bite me?

 

Fred: You're back!

 

Gunn: How'd it go?

 

Angel: I think those two pretty much summed it up.

 

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Angel: Where is she (Darla)?

 

Wesley (all beaten up): She got away.

 

Gunn (also beaten up): We tried to stop her by hitting her fist and feet with our faces.

 

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Spike: I had a relationship with her (Buffy), too!

 

Angel: Okay, sleeping together is not a relationship.

 

Spike: It is if you do it enough times.

 

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Angel: I stopped Acathla. That saved the world.

 

Spike: Buffy ran you through with a sword!

 

Angel: Yeah, but I made her do it. I signaled her with my eyes.

 

Spike: She killed you. I helped her - that one counts as mine!

 

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Angel: (standing in the middle of sunlight) Can everybody just notice how much fire I'm not on?

 

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Angel: No problem here. Walkin' in the sun. Do it all the time.

 

Wesley: Yes, we're all heartily aware that you're not on fire.

 

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Fred: (seeing the Angel puppet for the first time) Angel, you're . . . cute!

 

Angel Puppet: Fred, don't.

 

Fred: Oh, but the little hands! And the hair . . .

 

Angel Puppet: Hey! You're fired.

 

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Sahjhan: Thank you, mortal, for releasing me from my cursed prison. In gratitude, I grant you three wishes.

 

Connor: Really?

 

Sahjhan: Nah. I'm just messing with you.

 

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Spike: So far, I've established that she (Illyria) can hit like a Mack truck, selectively alter the flow of time, and . . . possibly talk to plants.

 

Illyria (to Angel): I'd like to keep Spike as my pet.

 

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Oh man, those are good choices. It makes me want to watch the series all over again... OOO shiney penny

Bunnies, Bunnies, IT MUST BE BUNNIES!........or maybe midgets.

Well now you are just singing. I have the buffy musical on my ipod too...

yeah nothing beats sitting in traffic singing Once More with Feeling.

 

 

"I touch the fire and it freezes me....."

Errr, I dont sing it in public. One day I hope to get laid again you know.....

 

 

*mind wonders off into the distance*

 

One day....

Just use the blue ter'angreal of lurve!

Bloody brilliant, got it on my computer:)

 

ANYA: When things get rough, he just hides behind his Buffy.

Now look, he's gettin' huffy.

Cause he knows that I know.

 

XANDER: She clings, she's needy, she's also really greedy.

She never...

 

ANYA: His eyes are beady!

 

XANDER: This is my verse, hello? She...

 

ANYA: Look at me! I'm dancing crazy!

I was soooo totally shammed out of that Survivor contest. How could you vote against my terangreal?

 

Mmmmmmm

Just use the blue ter'angreal of lurve!

 

Does that mean we'd have to give it back?

That's hot!

 

I was wondering where I put that, but I guess you keep it now that you have used it.

That is easy. Shannan is better looking. I know. I have no shame.

Oh I am hitting the gym three times a week... I bet you toss a pen to the floor next time you see me just to check out the goods.

Oh don't worry I wil.....I mean KAT will!

I know who's tummy I'm going to be rubbing!

Didnt we go over this... my tummy is higher.

 

Cha ching!

Pssht. I'm not interested in your FACE.

Dude you couldn't reach his face if you tried.

Which is why I stick with the tummies. So there.

Ouch! Even if my I look like David Hasslehoff? Hmmm!!! I thought so!

why would you want to look like David Hasslehoff? Are you coaching a German Dodgeball team?

Ok you got me. *flexes and kisses his guns*

 

Oooo baby!

Back on topic, you scoundrils!

 

Angelus: Dear Buffy. I'm still trying to decide the best way to send my regards.

Spike: Why don't you rip her lungs out? It might make an impression.

Angelus: Lacks... poetry.

Spike: It doesn't have to. What rhymes with lungs?

 

 

Willow: Is there anything you don't know everything about?

Giles: Synchronized swimming. Complete mystery to me.

 

Xander: Will, honey… R.J.’s a guy.

Willow: I did notice that, yeah! It’s why I’m doing my spell, because, you know, he doesn’t have to be!

 

Riley: What can you tell me about Dracula?

Spike: Dracula? Poncy bugger owes me £11, for one thing.

 

 

Xander: (to Willow) So whatcha been doin'? Doing spells? (to Oz) She does spells with Tara.

Oz: Yeah, I've heard about that.

Xander: Sometimes I think about two women doing a spell... and then I do a spell by myself.

 

 

Cordelia: I personally don’t think it’s possible to come up with a crazier plan.

Oz: We attack the Mayor with humus.

Cordelia: I stand corrected.

Oz: Just keeping things in perspective.

Cordelia: Thank you.

 

Anya: For a thousand years I wielded the powers of The Wish. I brought ruin to the heads of unfaithful men. I brought forth destruction and chaos for the pleasure of the lower beings. I was feared and worshipped across the mortal globe. And now I'm stuck at Sunnydale High. Mortal. Child. And I'm flunking math.