Buffy the Vampire Slayer

“Yeah. Zits and squeaky voice aside, that’s some vintage Giles exposition.”

“So nice to know your motives are pure.”

“Some times a Slayer has to write off what they can’t save.”

“It’s not your fault. We were just… too late.”

“Did you really think I was going to save… who was it? You can’t even remember who you came here to save, can you?”

“When you start to change colours, it’s usually not a fashion choice.”

“Why aren’t we back in time? Why am I still standing in the present that I don’t like very much at all?”

“I suppose that would qualify as an apocalypse.”

“Maybe I don’t have to watch this time. Maybe I don’t have to feel so… useless.”

“It always starts with you trying to save the world, Buffy. But that doesn’t change the fact that every time you save it… somehow the world just keeps getting worse.”

“I do not fear losing my power. I have faced that before. What it’s like to feel small and insignificant. To experience pain and loss. To be human. I can…

“If we hadn’t walked away, we might be the ones getting a ride on the elevator tonight.”

“He’s not your type. Alive. Under a century. Gainfully employed. And you’re actually returning his texts.”