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הנה כמה שאני רוצה לכתוב לי (הוצאתי מאתרים שונים):
Tara: Mmmmm... Willow: What do you see? Tara: Willow hands Willow: So, you feelin’ better about Angel? Buffy: Well, we talked, and then he ripped out the heart of a demon and fed it to me and then we talked some more. Willow: See, that’s how it should work. Angel: A lot of things that seem strong and good and powerful, they can be painful. Buffy: Like say, immortality? Angel: Exactly, I’m dying to get rid of that. Xander: When it's dark, and I'm all alone, and I'm scared or freaked out or whatever, I always think "What would Buffy do?" You're my hero. Okay, sometimes when it's dark, and I'm all alone, I'd think, "What is Buffy wearing?" Xander: Maybe I should join the Army. Anya: Don't they make you get up really early in the morning? Xander: Oh, yeah. Never mind. Giles: Cordelia, have you actually ever heard of tact? Cordelia: Tact is just not saying true stuff. I'll pass. Buffy: What the hell is it? Giles: It appears to be paranormal in origin. Willow: How can you tell? Giles: Well, it’s so shiny. Angel: Why would a woman I've never met even talk to me? Doyle: Have you looked in a mirror lately? No, I guess... you really haven't. No. Cordy: People who think their problems are so huge craze me, like this time I sort of ran over this girl on her bike. It was the most traumatising event of my life, and she's trying to make it about her leg. Like my pain meant nothing. Buffy-in-Faith: Okay, Giles, you have to listen to me very carefully. I'm not Faith. Giles: Really? Buffy-in-Faith: Really. Giles: 'Cause the resemblance is striking. Spike: You know... you take the killing for granted. And then it's gone, and you're like... I wish I'd appreciated it more. Stopped and smelled the corpses, you know? Angel: There are three things I don't do: tan, date, and sing in public! Xander: You have no shame. Cordelia: Oh please, like shame is something to be proud of. Anya: Men are evil. Will you go with me? Xander: One of us is very confused, and I honestly don't know which. Tara: "We can be strong." Willow: "Strong like an Amazon?" Tara: "Strong like an Amazon, right." Willow: I forgot how good this could feel -- us together... without the magic. Tara: There was plenty of magic. Anya: Sometimes intimate sweaty relations with the wrong person just seems like a good idea at the time. Xander: Oh, hey, do you want to come to our place tonight for dinner? Mom's making her famous phone call to the Chinese place. Willow: Xander, do you guys even have a stove? Tara: I go online sometimes, but...everyone's spelling is really bad, and it's... depressing. Willow: I'd be totally blowing off class if I were in Dawny's shoes. Tara: Sweetie, you wouldn't blow off class if your head was on fire. Cordelia: I bet you'd let a girl go off to her doom all by herself. Xander: Not just any girl. You're special. Xander: I don't get your crazy system. Giles: My system? It's called the alphabet. Xander: Huh. Xander: Sometimes I think about two women doing a spell. And then I do a spell by myself. Xander: What am I gonna do? I think about sex all the time. Sex. Help. 4 times 5 is 30. 5 times 6 is 32. Naked women. Naked girls. Naked Buffy. Oh stop me. Spike: Oh, listen to Mary Poppins. He's got his crust all stiff and upper with that nancy-boy accent. You Englishmen are always so... Bloody hell! Sodding, blimey, shagging, knickers, bollocks, oh God! I'm English! Giles: Welcome to the nancy tribe. Willow: Anya found that thing. For tonight. Xander: She did? Great. Willow: And you're her Sweet Cookie Face. Xander: I go by many names... Willow: Oh, I feel just like Santa Claus, except thinner and younger, and female, and, well, Jewish. Xander: You gotta take care of the egg. It's a baby. You gotta keep it safe and teach it Christian values. Willow: My egg is Jewish. Xander: Then teach it that Dreidel song. Buffy: I don't take orders. I do things my way. Kendra: No wonder you died. Oz: I am my thoughts. If they exist in her, Buffy contains everything that is me and she becomes me. I cease to exist. Huh. Cordelia: Ohhh! Harmony's a vampire! That's why she-- Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed. All this time I thought she'd become a great big lesbo...Oh, really?... Hey, that's... great. Good for you. That's, yeah... It's good. Willow: Thanks for the affirmation, Cordelia. Xander: Smart chicks are so hot. Willow: You couldn't have figured that out in tenth grade...? Spike: She just left. She didn't even care enough to cut off my head or set me on fire. I mean, is that too much to ask? You know? Some little sign that she cared? Spike: Oooh. Poor watcher. Did your life pass before your eyes? "Cuppa tea, cuppa tea, almost got shagged, cuppa tea..." Spike: You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love 'til it kills you both. You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other 'til it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends. Love isn't brains, children, it's blood. Blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it.