Quotes

Adam: Demons cling to old ways and ancient feuds. And they're hopeless with technology.

Adam: I didn't send for you, Spike.
Spike: Yeah, well I'm not much the 'being sent for' type. I'm much more the, uh, 'I did my part, now get this chip outta my head' kinda guy.

Spike: Right, the Initiative. But getting her there, that's what the bleeding discs are for, innit? Little witch gives her the info and pop, Alice heads back down the rabbit hole.
Adam: The witch.
Spike: Uh, Willow. About so high, perky, good with maths. Natural choice.
Adam: Her friend.
Spike: Right.
Adam: One of the friends from whom you've so efficiently separated her.
Spike: Damn right, I did. You shoulda seen 'em. They won't be talking to each other for a long, long...
[Adam glares at him]
Spike: Hang on. I think I might have detected a small flaw.

Anya: Xander? You said you wanted to check the board at the unemployment office this morning. [picks up the blanket, looks underneath] You can't go like that. They won't even interview you if you're naked.

Willow: Must be programmed to self-decrypt at a certain point. You know, that is so annoying. I-it's like someone blurting out the answer to a riddle just when you've... I mean, yippee, we have the information.

Buffy: Where's Anya?
Xander: Oddly, Anya decided not to join us, despite the fun we had at our last meeting.

Buffy: Will, who told you that we were talking behind your back, specifically?
Willow: Well, I... Spike, specifically, but—
Buffy: And who told you that we thought you'd be better off joining the Army?
Xander: That's not... exactly what he said...
Giles: Well, um, Spike can be very convincing wh-when... I'm very stupid.

Xander: Spike's working for Adam?! After all we've done for... nah, I can't even act surprised.

Xander: Demons versus soldiers, massacre massacre.
Willow: And Adam has a neat pile of body parts to start assembling his army. Diabolocal yet... gross.
Xander: Does anybody else miss the Mayor? "I just wanna be a big snake"?

Xander: Okay, I'm confused again. Adam has this evil plan. Why's he so anxious for you to know about it?
Buffy: He wants me there. Probably figures I'll even the kill ratio.
Xander: He's not worried you might kill, oh, say, him?
Buffy: No. He's really not.

Xander: So, no problem. All we need is ComboBuffy. Her with Slayer strength, Giles' multi-lingual know-how, and Willow's witchy power. [odd looks all around] Yeah, don't tell me. I'm just full of helpful suggestions.
Giles: As a matter of fact, you are.

Giles: Xander, just because this is never going to work is no need to be negative.

Buffy: Xander!
Willow: Oh, wonderful Xander!
[they both hug him tightly]
Buffy: You know we love you, right?
Willow: We totally do.
Xander: Oh, God, we're gonna die, aren't we?
Willow: No, we just missed you.
Xander: [grinning] Giles, hurry up! You definitely wanna get down here for this!

McNamara: You think you and your friends can just keep waltzing into a government installation brandishing weapons like... [picks up an object] like...
Willow: It's a gourd.
Giles: A magick gourd.
McNamara: What kind of freaks are you people?

Buffy: He's pulling a Trojan Horse on you. He's just waiting for—
McNamara: Every inch of this installation is under constant, 24-hour surveillance.
Willow: Including the secret lab?
McNamara: Including everything! [beat] What secret lab?

McNamara: You telling me my business?
Buffy: This is not your business. It's mine. You, the Initiative, the boys at the Pentagon? You're all in way over your heads. Messing with primeval forces you have absolutely no comprehension of.
McNamara: And you do.
Buffy: I'm the Slayer. You're playing on my turf.

Buffy: How long before the ritual kicks in?
Giles: Five minutes? Give or take?
Buffy: I'll move fast, then.
Xander: Buffy, I still don't like you going in alone.
Buffy: I won't be.

Willow: Power of the Slayer and all who wield it. Last to ancient First, we invoke thee. Grant us thy domain and primal strength. Accept us and the powers we possess. Make us Mind and Heart and Spirit joined. Let the Hand encompass us. Do thy will.

Willow: Spiritus, spirit.
Xander: Animus, heart.
Giles: Sophus, mind.
Willow: And Manus. The hand. We enjoin that we may inhabit the Vessel. The hand. Daugher of Sineya, first of the Ones.

Forrest: [about to kill Buffy] Is that it? Is that all you got?
Riley: No. She's got me.

Buffy: Fun, isn't it?
Adam: I do appreciate violence.
Buffy: Good.

Buffy: Broke your arm.
Adam: Got another.

Willow: We implore thee, admit us. Bring us to the Vessel. Take us now!

Adam: You can't last much longer.
Buffy: We can. We are forever.

Adam: How... can you...
Buffy/Giles/Willow/Xander: You could never hope to grasp the source of our power.

Spike: Nasty sort of fellow. Lucky for you blighters I was here, eh?
Giles: Yes, ah, thank you. Although your heroism is slightly meted by the fact that you were helping Adam to start a war that would kill us all.
Xander: You probably just saved us so we wouldn't stake you right here.
Spike: Well, yeah. Did it work? [resigned looks all around] Well, then everything's all right, and we all get to be not-staked through the heart. Good work, team.

Willow: Wasn't it amazing?
Xander: You were great.
Buffy: We were great.

Gov't Guy: It was an experiment. The Initiative represented the government's interest in not only controlling the otherworldly menace but in harnessing its power for our own military purposes. The considered opinion of this council is that the experiment has failed. Once the prototype took control of the complex, our soldiers suffered a 40% casualty rate. And it seems that it was only through the actions of a deserter and a group of civilian insurrectionists that our losses were not total. I trust the irony of that is not lost on any of us? Maggie Walsh's vision was brilliant but ultimately unsupportable. The demons can not be harnessed, can not be controlled. It is therefore our recommendation that this project be terminated and all records concerning it expunged. Our soldiers are being debriefed, standard confidentiality clause. We will monitor the civillians, the usual meaures prepared, should they try to go public. I don't think they will. The Initiative itself will be filled in with concrete. Burn it down, gentlemen. Burn it down and salt the earth.

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