In other words, our favourites. I can think of so many things in this series that made me cry, and many of them were wordless (hence, not listed below) like Giles climbing his stairs slowly, anticipating Jenny waiting for him at the top; Willow crying in the school bathroom when she's realized Cordy and Xander are together; the gang in the alternate Wish universe, with Oz staking Willow without a second thought; Buffy dancing with Angel at the prom; the looks on everyone's faces when Buffy sings to them that she was in heaven; the look of triumph on Buffy's face as she stood on the edge of the hellmouth, and was no longer the only Slayer in the world. But the following are some of my favourite wordy moments. Be forewarned: if you're a Buffy fan, you'd better get some Kleenex. Even while formatting these for the blog, I had to keep saying, "Don't read them... don't read them..." And to make it even harder on you, I've included pictures. :) Enjoy!
ANGEL: I know this is hard.
BUFFY: What do you know about this? You’re never gonna die!
ANGEL: You think I want anything to happen to you? Do you think I could stand it? We just gotta figure out a way...
BUFFY: I already did. I quit, remember? Pay attention!
GILES: Buffy, if the Master rises...
BUFFY: I don’t care! (calms down) I don’t care. Giles, I’m sixteen years old. I don’t wanna die.
GILES: In my years as... Watcher... I’ve buried... too many people. But Jenny was the first I’ve loved.
BUFFY: I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t kill him for you... for her... when I had the chance. I wasn’t ready. But I think I finally am. I can’t hold on to the past anymore. Angel has gone. Nothing’s ever gonna bring him back.
BUFFY: Angel, please, you *have* to get inside.
BUFFY: Strong is fighting! It’s hard, and it’s painful, and it’s every day. It’s what we have to do. And we can do it together. But if you’re too much of a coward for that, then burn. If I can’t convince you that you belong in this world, then I don’t know what can. But do *not* expect me to watch. And *don’t* expect me to mourn for you, because... [snow begins to fall...]
BUFFY: When I hit him, it felt like my arm was broken, it hurt so much. I can’t be just a person. I can’t be helpless like that. Giles, please, we have to figure out what’s happening to me. (Giles opens his briefcase and pulls out the case with the syringe. He opens it, lets out a deep sigh and sets it in front of her.)
JONATHAN: We have one more award to give out. Is Buffy Summers here tonight? Did she, um... This is actually a new category. First time ever. I guess there were a lot of write-in ballots, and, um, the prom committee asked me to read this. “We’re not good friends. Most of us never found the time to get to know you, but that doesn’t mean we haven’t noticed you. We don’t talk about it much, but it’s no secret that Sunnydale High isn’t really like other high schools. A lot of weird stuff happens here.”
BUFFY: (calling) Hey, Mom.
ANYA: (desperate) But I don’t understand!
DAWN: But I need her. I don’t care if she... I’m not like you, Buffy. I don’t have anybody.
BUFFY: Listen to me! Please, there’s not a lot of time, listen. (
SPIKE: Well, I haven’t been to a hell dimension just of late, but I do know a thing or two about torment.
BUFFY: I was happy. Wherever I ... was ... I was happy. At peace. I knew that everyone I cared about was all right. I knew it. Time ... didn’t mean anything ... nothing had form ... but I was still me, you know? And I was warm ... and I was loved ... and I was finished. Complete. I don’t understand about theology or dimensions, or ... any of it, really ... but I think I was in heaven. And now I’m not. I was torn out of there. Pulled out ... by my friends. Everything here is ... hard, and bright, and violent. Everything I feel, everything I touch ... this is Hell. Just getting through the next moment, and the one after that ... (softly) knowing what I’ve lost... (gets up, walks towards the sunlight, pauses, not looking back) They can never know. Never. (continues into the sunlight)
GILES: (angry) You were lucky.
WILLOW: I wasn’t lucky. I was amazing. And how would you know? You weren’t even there.
GILES: If I had been, I’d have bloody well stopped you. The magicks you channeled are more ferocious and primal than anything you can hope to understand, (even more angry) and you are lucky to be alive, you rank, arrogant amateur!
WILLOW: You’re right. The magicks I used are very powerful. I’m very powerful. And maybe it’s not such a good idea for you to piss me off. (beat) Come on, Giles, I-I don’t want to fight. I ... Let’s not, okay? I’ll think about what you said, and you ... try to be happy Buffy’s back.
GILES: We still don’t know where she was ... or what happened to her. And I’m far from convinced she’s come out of all this undamaged.
SPIKE: So, you come for a bit of cold comfort? The bed’s a bit blown up, but then, that was never our-
BUFFY: I’m not here to- And I’m not here to bust your chops about your stupid scheme, either. That’s just you. I should have remembered.
SPIKE: So this is worse then, is it, this is you telling me-
BUFFY: It’s over.
SPIKE: I’ve memorized this tune, luv. Think I have the sheet music. Doesn’t change what you want.
BUFFY: I know that. I do want you. Being with you ... makes things ... simpler. For a little while.
SPIKE: I don’t call five hours straight a little while.
BUFFY: I’m using you. I can’t love you. I’m just ... being weak, and selfish...
SPIKE: Really not complaining here.
BUFFY: ...and it’s killing me. I have to be strong about this. I’m sorry ... William.
ANYA: (smiling) So ... we’re ready now. Let’s get married.
XANDER: I... I’m not. I’m not ready. I can’t, Ahn, I’m sorry.
ANYA: But it wa— it wasn’t real. What he showed you, it wasn’t real.
XANDER: I know it wasn’t real. But it could be.
ANYA: What was it? Was it about me? ‘Cause he wanted you to hate me, Xander.
XANDER: It wasn’t you. It wasn’t you I was hating. I had these thoughts, and ... fears before this. Maybe we just went too fast.
ANYA: Look, everybody has thoughts. It’s natural, it doesn’t mean that, that getting married is wrong.
XANDER: I know, I know...
ANYA: (desperate) Look, you’re just shaken up, okay? You just calm down and we’ll start over, okay? (Xander looks at his arguing parents)
XANDER: (tearful) We can’t start over. If this is a mistake, it’s forever, and ... I don’t want to hurt you. Not that way. I’m sorry. I am so sorry.
XANDER: O-oh! Okay... you had to do it. Because he was there. Like Mt. Everest. (a beat) Like I used to be.
ANYA: And then you weren’t. You left me, Xander. At the altar. I don’t owe you anything.
XANDER: So you go out and bang the first body you can find? Dead or alive?
ANYA: Where do you get off judging me?
XANDER: When this is your solution to our problems; I hurt you, and you get me back. Very mature.
ANYA: No, the mature solution is for you to spend your whole life telling stupid, pointless jokes so that no one will notice that you are just a scared, insecure little boy!
XANDER: I’m not joking now. You let that evil, soulless thing touch you. You wanted me to feel something? Congratulations, it worked. I look at you — and I feel sick — ‘cause you had sex with that.
SPIKE: It was good enough for Buffy..
XANDER: Shut up and leave her out of...(looks at Buffy & realizes) ANYA: (realizing) Buffy.
XANDER: I don’t want to know this, I don’t want to know any of this. (stalks off. Buffy shoots Spike a daggered look and goes too)
SPIKE: Bloody Xander, buggered up everything. You know, I wish —
ANYA: (weary) Don’t.
XANDER: Sweet fancy Moses! Where the hell did he get — (sees Buffy is shot) Oh god. Buffy? Oh god... oh god... Buffy...
(up in Willow & Tara’s room, a stray bullet hits Tara, sprays her blood on Willow’s white shirt)
TARA: Your shirt...
WILLOW: Tara? Tara? baby, come, on baby. Get up. Please. Tara... No... no... NO…
(**This following one gets my vote for the one that makes me weep buckets)
WILLOW: Proserpexa...Let the cleansing fires from the depths burn away the suffering souls, and bring sweet death.
(Xander suddenly breaks the beam between her & the effigy)
XANDER: Hey, black-eyed girl...Whatcha doin’?
WILLOW: Get out of here.
XANDER: Oh no...You’re not the only one with powers, you know. You may be a hopped up uber-witch, but this carpenter can dry-wall you into the next century.
WILLOW: I’m not joking, Xander. Get out of my way. Now.
(flings him back, Xander rises, blocks the beam again)
WILLOW: You can’t stop this.
XANDER: Yeah, I get that. It’s just - where else am I gonna go? You’ve been my best friend my whole life. World gonna end - where else would I want to be?
WILLOW: Is this the master plan? You’re going to stop me by telling me ya love me?
XANDER: Well, I was gonna walk you off a cliff and hand you an anvil, but it seemed kinda cartoony.
WILLOW: Still making jokes.
XANDER: I’m not joking. I know you’re in pain. I can’t imagine the pain you’re in. And I know you’re about to do something apocalyptically evil and stupid and hey, still want to hang. You’re Willow.
WILLOW: Don’t call me that!
XANDER: The first day of kindergarten you cried ‘cause you broke the yellow crayon and you were too afraid to tell anyone. You’ve come pretty far, ending the world, not a terrific notion... but the thing is, yeah. I love you. I love crayon-breaky Willow and I love scary veiny Willow. So if I’m going out, it’s here. If you wanna kill the world, well then start with me. I’ve earned that.
WILLOW: You think I won’t?
XANDER: It doesn’t matter. I’ll still love you.
WILLOW: Shut up. (she magically cuts his face)
XANDER: I love you. (she magically slices at his chest)
XANDER: I... love -- (she blasts him, but he gets back up & staggers towards her)
WILLOW: Shut up. (she blasts him again, weaker)
XANDER: I love you, Willow.
WILLOW: Stop...(weak blast)
XANDER: I love you.
WILLOW: Stop! (she punches at him with her fists, breaks down crying in his arms, her hair turning back to red)
XANDER: (softly) I love you.
DAWN: (to Xander) What’s up?
XANDER: Aw, I’m just thinking about the girls. It’s a harsh gig, being a potential. Just being picked out of a crowd, danger, destiny, (grins) plus if you act now, death.
DAWN: They can handle it.
XANDER: Yeah. They’re special, no doubt. The amazing thing is, not one of them will ever know, not even Buffy.
DAWN: Know what?
XANDER: How much harder it is for the rest of us.
DAWN: No way. They’ve got—
XANDER: Seven years, Dawn. Working with the slayer. Seeing my friends get more and more powerful. A witch. A demon. Hell, I could fit Oz in my shaving kit, but come a full moon, he had a wolfy mojo not to be messed with. Powerful. All of them. And I’m the guy who fixes the windows.
DAWN: Well, you had that sexy army training for a while, and—and the windows really did need fixing.
XANDER: I saw what you did last night.
DAWN: Yeah, I— (embarrassed) I guess I kinda lost my head when I thought I was the slayer.
XANDER: You thought you were all special. Miss Sunnydale 2003. And the minute you found out you weren’t, you handed the crown to Amanda without a moment’s pause. You gave her your power.
DAWN: (shrugs) The power wasn’t mine.
XANDER: They’ll never know how tough it is, Dawnie, to be the one who isn’t chosen. To live so near to the spotlight and never step in it. But I know. I see more than anybody realizes because nobody’s watching me. I saw you last night. I see you working here today. You’re not special. You’re extraordinary. (stands, kisses her forehead, starts to walk out of the room)
DAWN: (tears welling in her eyes, calls after him) Maybe that’s your power.
DAWN: Seeing. Knowing.
XANDER: Maybe it is. Maybe I should get a cape.
DAWN: Cape is good.
XANDER: Yeah. (leaves the room)
BUFFY: Oh, no, I just— I should really get back. I want to get everyone started on this. I think we’re really close to something.
XANDER: It’s OK. It’s gotta be done. And I might see you tonight, without depth perception, of course, but... still. (smiles)
WILLOW: So, I guess you’re stuck with me then, huh? Let’s order some cherry-flavored off-brand gelatin, and then I think we’ll be up for a rousing game of—
XANDER: I might need a parrot.
XANDER: Well, to go with the eye patch, to really complete the look. I think I still have that costume from Halloween.
WILLOW: Yeah, and don’t underestimate the impact of a peg leg. Maybe the hospital can hook you up with a nice one. Maybe they have a 2-body-parts for the price of one kind of deal.
XANDER: Oh, you know what the best part is? No one will ever make me watch jaws 3-D again.
WILLOW: Yeah, and, (tries to smile) you’ll never have to... (tries not to cry)
XANDER: (pained) Oh, Willow... please don’t.
FAITH: Everybody out now!(full scale retreat ensues)
ANDREW: (shocked to find himself alive, Anya dead) Why?(outside)
PRINICIPAL WOOD: The bus. Get them on the bus!
GILES: Everybody! This way!(inside)
XANDER: (calls out) Anya! Anya!
(Dawn pulls him away, he never sees her body)
(inside the bus)
VI: (to the wounded Rona) Look at me! This is nothing! Stay awake! This is nothing!
ANDREW: (to himself) Why didn’t I die?
(Buffy leaps from building to building, keeping pace with the schoolbus until she can leap to its roof. As the bus races out of town, Sunnydale collapses into a giant pit behind them)
FAITH: Ease off. We’re clear.
(Bus pulls over. Buffy comes off the roof and Dawn tackles her in a hug)
GILES: I don’t understand. What did this?
(the “Welcome to Sunnydale” sign wavers and then topples into the giant pit)
Thank you, Joss Whedon. Thank you thank you thank you.