Buffy the Vampire Slayer

“The leprechaun’s drunk. At eight a.m. He’s annoyed the Lucky Cat into a murderous rage. And Dawn’s running out of pots and pans to put under Cedric the Slime Man.”

“We can handle anything that comes our way… as long as we’re together and we can trust each other.”

“Don’t get nostalgic on me. We’ve got a job to do.”

“Real love, when you strip out all the baggage, can make us what we are. That’s the gift and the curse. But you gotta let it.”

“After all… Will anything truly be different tomorrow?”

“Y’know what? No. I don’t think I want a vengeance demon making the rules. Or any of the whack jobs you hang out with.”

“It’s like I just lost her. All over again.”

“We’re hopeless, aren’t we? It’s just not fair to expect anyone to put up with our crazy-pants lives.”

“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?”