Buffy the Vampire Slayer

“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.”

“Now there’s smiling. Why is there smiling? Is this a nervous laughter-in-the-face-of-danger thing, or..?”

“Well, what makes a ‘real’ Slayer?”

“It’s something you will never understand, Slayer.”

“I heard you’d shacked up here, but I had no idea you’d made it so warm and… serial killer-y.”

“The world embraced vampires with open arms, Buffy. Now it’s got to learn how to deal with them without crying for the nearest Slayer.”