Wesley Wyndham-Price

Bad Girls

Wesley: "I have, in fact, faced two vampires myself. Under controlled circumstances, of course."
Giles: "No danger of finding those here."
Wesley: "Vampires?"
Giles: "Controlled circumstances."

Wesley: "Why don't you tell me everything about last night's patrol."
Buffy: "Vampires."
Wesley: "Yes?"
Buffy: "Killed 'em."

Wesley: "Swords... one long, one short?"
Buffy: "Mmm. Both pointy."

Wesley: "I didn't get this job because of my looks."
Buffy: "I really, really believe that."

Wesley: "Buffy, you will go to the Gleave's family crypt tonight and fetch the amulet."
Buffy: "I will?"
Wesley: "Are you not used to being given orders?"
Buffy: "Whenever Giles sends me on a mission, he always says "please." And afterwards I get a cookie."

Wesley: "These are all the diaries then, yours included?"
Giles: "That's everything. Knock yourself out. Please?"

Wesley: "Remember the three key words for any Slayer: Preparation... preparation... preparation."
Buffy: "That's one word three times."

Wesley: "You're not helping."
Giles: "No. I feel just sick about it."

Wesley: "There you are."
Buffy: "Ah. Speak of the really annoying person."

"I didn't say you had emotional problems, I said you had an emotional problem. It's quite different."

Wesley: "Stay calm, Mr. Giles. We have to stay calm."
Giles: "Well, thank god you're here. I was planning to panic."

Wesley: "What is that thing?"
Giles: "That would be your demon. You know, the dead one?"
Wesley: "There's no need to get snippy."

Wesley: "Are you out of your mind? This is hardly the time for games."
Giles: "Why not? They're going to torture us to death anyway."
Balthazar: "You're not wrong about that."

Wesley: "I can tell you everything."
Giles: "Be quiet, you twerp! They'll kill us both."
Wesley: "But I like to have my kneecaps."

Consequences

Giles: "The Deputy Mayor's murder was the result of human malice. There's nothing supernatural about it.
Wesley: "We don't know that for certain. I say it merits investigation.
Giles: "Which I'm sure the police are doing. Meantime, if you ask me, there are better uses for the Slayers' time.
Wesley: "Ah. But I don't believe I did. Ask you.
Giles: "Considering the success of your previous adventure..."

Cordelia: "Check out Giles, the next generation. What's your deal?"
Wesley: "Uh, I, uh, well... I'm, uh..."
Faith: "New Watcher."

(to Buffy): "Does everybody know about you?"

Cordelia: "So... you're the new Watcher."
Wesley: "Wesley Wyndam-Pryce."
Cordelia: "I like a man with two last names. I'm Cordelia."
Wesley: "And you teach Psychology."
Cordelia: "I take psychology."
Giles: "She's a student."
Wesley: (withdrawing hand) "Oh, well. I... yes."

Wesley: "In fact, I am. Here to watch. Girls. Bufy and Faith, to be specific."
Cordelia: "Well, it's about time we got some fresh blood around here."
Wesley: "Ha ha. Well. Fresh. Yes."

Wesley: "My. She's... cheeky, isn't she?"
Faith: "First word, 'jail,' second word, 'bait.'"

Wesley: "I'm your commander now, and on the matter of this murder, I am resolved. Natural or super, I want to know."
Faith: "Fine with me. Always ready to kick a little bad-guy butt."

"The code word? Monkey. M-O-N-K... just put him on, will you?"

Buffy: "You let her get away?"
Wesley: "'Let' wouldn't be the way I'd phrase it, but, yes, she escaped."

Wesley: "What can I do? I want to help."
Buffy: "Still got your ticket back to the Mother Country?"

Doppelgangland

"Oh, no, no, no, I'll be fine. Just give me a minute. And some defibrillators, it it's not too much trouble."

Wesley: (threatens with a cross) "Back, creature of the night! Leave this place!"
Vampire Willow: "Don't wanna."
Wesley: (threatens with holy water)
Vampire Willow: (sighs) "Whatever."

Enemies

Wesley: "Find anything?"
Giles: "A six-course banquet of nothing with a scoop of sod all as a palette cleanser."

Wesley: "The Council isn't entirely aware that I'm letting you work for me."
Giles: "..."
Wesley: "Um... with me."

Wesley: "I don't think they'd be very happy at the idea of the two of us collaborating."
Giles: "Well, I wasn't about to burst into glorious song about it myself."

Wesley: "Wait for Faith."
Buffy: "That could be hours. The girl makes Godot look punctual."

Wesley: "Finding him's going to be extremely difficult."
Xander: "Found your demon."
Buffy: "Fashion tip, Wes, mouth looks better closed."

Wesley: "Xander, this is terribly serious. Are you sure?"
Xander: "Gee, let me think... kinda' hard to tell. Last thing I remember is his fist."

Wesley: "We must contact Giles immediately."
Xander: "Good thinkin'. Let's waste time with a lively debate. Leave Buffy alone, see how dead she gets."

Earshot

Giles: "I was just filling Buffy in on my progress regarding the research of the Ascension."
Wesley: "Oh. And what took up the rest of the minute?"
Giles: "Touche."

(thinking about Cordelia): "I am bad. I'm a bad, bad, man."

"Can you hear my thoughts if I go in here?"

Choices

Wesley: "I don't understand."
Buffy: "Well, I don't think I can talk any slower, Wes."

Wesley: "But you're a Slayer."
Buffy: "Yeah, I'm also a person. You can't just define me by my Slayerness. That's... something-ism."

Wesley: "All right, everyone. Monsters, demons, world in peril?"
Buffy: "I'll betcha they have all that stuff in Illinois."

Wesley: "You cannot leave Sunnydale! With the power invested in me by the Council, I forbid it."
Giles: "Oh, yes, that should settle it."

Wesley: "This box must be destroyed."
Xander: "I need a volunteer to hit Wesley."

Wesley: "This is the town's best hope of survival. It's your chance to get out."
Buffy: "You think I care about that? Are you made of human parts?"

The Prom

Wesley: "So, it's safe to say we shouldn't waste any time on such trifling matters as a school dance."
Cordelia: "Well, that's too bad, because I bet you would look way 007 in a tux."
Wesley: "Except, of course, on the actual night, when I will be aiding Mr. Giles in his chaperoning duties."
Giles: "What? Excuse me? Fine, fine, fine..."

Wesley: "Let me guess. He was quiet, kept to himself, but always seemed like a nice young man."
Oz: "Well, he didn't seem the murderous type, anyway."

Wesley: "I must say, this is all rather odd to me."
Giles: "Oh, yes. Being at an all-male preparatory, we didn't go in for this sort of thing."
Wesley: "No, of course not. Unless you count the nights you made the lowerclassmen get up as girls, and watched them-- Dip is tasty, isn't it?"

"Salsa's hot. Very hot."

Wesley: "May I say, you look smashing."
Cordelia: "It's a start."

Wesley: "I'd like your opinion. While the last thing I wish to do is model bad behavior in front of impressionable youth, I wonder if asking Miss Chase to dance-"
Giles: "For god's sake, man, she's 18! And you have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone. Just have at it, would you? And stop fluttering about."
Wesley: "Right, then. Thanks for that."

Graduation Day, Part 1

"Everybody does seem to be going a bit mad lately. Faith has something of a head-start."

Buffy: "If the mayor's trying to hide, I say we go seek."
Wesley: "Ah, by attempting to keep a valuable clue from us, the mayor may have inadvertently led us right to it."
Buffy: "What page are you on, Wes? 'Cause we already got there."

Buffy: "I just love it when you take charge, you man, you."
Wesley: "But, wha... was that a yes? I'm having trouble keeping track."

Wesley: "We're talking about laws which have existed longer than civilization."
Buffy: "I'm talking about watching my lover die."

Wesley: "You can't turn your back on the Council."
Buffy: "They're in England. I don't think they can tell which way my back is facing."
Wesley: "Giles, talk to her."
Giles: "I have nothing to say right now."

Wesley: "We need a strategy."
Buffy: "I have a strategy. You're not in it."
Wesley: "This is mutiny."
Buffy: "I like to think of it as... graduation."

Graduation Day, Part 2

Wesley: "You haven't an enormous amount of time."
Xander: "Hey! It's Mr. States the Obvious!"

"So there is something I can do? Besides . . . scream like a woman?"

Wesley: "With Buffy no longer working for the Council, there's really no place for me here."
Cordelia: "Guess not."
Wesley: "No reason to stay."
Cordelia: "No."
Wesley: "No. No cause to hope that . . . I might be needed. . ."
Cordelia: "Needed. . ."
Wesley: "Or wanted . . ."
Cordelia: "Wanted."
(They kiss, not pretty)
(Kiss again, still not pretty)
Cordelia: "Good luck in England."
Wesley: "Yes, well, I'll drop you a line some time."
Cordelia: "That'd be great."

"If I could just get something for the pain. It's rather a lot of pain actually. Aspirin? Anyone? Perhaps I could just be knocked unconscious?"

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