Buffy a její výroky

19. června 2007 v 16:57 |  Buffy, přemožitelka upírů
I can't do this. I can't take care of things. I killed my giga-pet. Literally, I sat on it.
Love makes you do the wacky.
First rule of slaying- don't die.
Alright, ten more minutes of chanting and you guys have to go to bed.
You're a vampire. Oh, I'm sorry. Was that an offensive term? Should I say undead American?
We saved the world. I say we party!
If the apocalypse comes, beep me.
I didn't say I'd never slay another vampire. It's not like I have all these fluffy bunny feelings for them. I'm just not going to get way extracurricular with it.
I maybe dead but I'm still pretty.Which is more then I can say for you.
I think I speak for everyone when i say huh?
I'm an old- fasioned gal.I was raised to believe that the men dig up the corpses and the women have the babies.
Whenever Giles sends me on a mission, he always says Please. And afterwards I get a cookie.
She irons her jeans. She's evil. She has to be destroyed.
Well, that works out great. You won't tell anyone that I'm the Slayer, and I won't tell anyone you're a moron.
Cool! Crossbow! Check out these babies. Goodbye stakes, hello flying fatality.
I didn't jump to conclusions. I took a small step, and conclusions there were.
Are you crazy? You just don't sneak up on people in a graveyard. You make noise when you walk, you stomp, or... yodel.
Cordelia, your mouth is open, sound is coming from it, this is never good.
You know, I just woke up and I looked in the mirror and thought, "Hey, what's with all the sin." I need to change. I'm dirty, I'm bad with the sex, and the envy, and the loud music us kids listen to nowadays. Oh, I just suck at undercover.
You're like my fairy godmother, and Santa Claus, and Q all wrapped up into one. (they look at her) Q from Bond, not Star Trek.
Oh. That's okay, um... I-I figured there were all sorts of things vampires couldn't do. You know, like work for the Telephone Company, or volunteer for the Red Cross, or... have little vampires.
Giles, care? I'm putting my life on the line, battling the undead. Look, I broke a nail, ok? I'm wearing a press-on. The least you could do is exhibit some casual interest; you can go hmm.

Buď první, kdo ohodnotí tento článek.

Nový komentář

Přihlásit se
  Ještě nemáte vlastní web? Můžete si jej zdarma založit na Blog.cz.

Aktuální články