The -Isms - Season Four

This Year's Girl

Willow: "Thanks for coming with. Hunting for a psychopathic super-bitch is definitely in the above-and-beyond category."
Tara: "It's okay, really. So, what do we do if we find her?"
Willow: "Run. Flee. Maybe skedaddle."

Willow: "What?"
Tara: "You said recon. You're, like, cool monster-fighter."
Willow: "Well, technically, Faith isn't a monster. And as far as fighting, I'd be lucky to bruise her fist with my face."
Tara: "Oh."
Willow: "What?"
Tara: "Face punching. I'm not so good with the whole..."
Willow: "Swimming?"
Tara: "Violence."

Willow: "She's like this cleavagey slutbomb walking around going, 'Ooh, check me out. I'm wicked cool. I'm five-by-five.'"
Tara: "Five-by-five? Five what by five what?"
Willow: "See, that's the thing. No one knows."

Tara: "So, we recon till nightfall?"
Willow: "Then the ritual hiding begins."

Who Are You

Tara: "I am, you know."
Willow: "What?"
Tara: "Yours."

Willow: "We'll get together with Buffy another time. Sometime soon. I think you'll really like her."
Tara: "She's not your friend."
Willow: "I may have overestimated the 'you liking her' factor."

Where the Wild Things Are

Buffy: "Think about it - who better to bring together a bunch of demon types than someone who's made out of a bunch of demon types?"
Tara: "So, he's, um, bridging the gap between the races."
Willow: "Huh. Like Martin Luther King."

Giles: "As much as I long for a good kegger, I have other plans. The Espresso Pump."
Tara: "What are you doing there?"
Giles: "I'm, uh, it's a meeting of grown-ups. It couldn't possibly be of any interest to you lot."

Willow: "Horses. Like... big, tall, teeth that can take your arm off horses?"
Tara: "Well, sure. I learned to ride when I was a kid. It's fun. And, by the way, most horses don't like arm very much."
Willow: "I had a bad birthday party pony thing when I was four. I look at horses and I see really big ponies."

"Don't touch me!"

Xander: "Could we go back to the haunted house? Because this is creeping me out."
Tara: "Does he do this a lot?"
Xander: "Sure. Every day the Earth rotates backward and the skies turn orange."

Willow: "Now I remember why I used to have such a crush on him."
Tara: "Well, he is pretty good."

Tara: "We implore you... be still."
Giles: "Find it in your hearts to leave our friends passage."
Willow: "Transform your pain. Release your past... and... get over it."

New Moon Rising

Tara: "Do you like cats?"
Willow: "I'm more of a dog person, myself. But I'm not, like, death to all cats."

Willow: "You mean it'd be sort of like a familiar?"
Tara: "Actually, I was thinking it would be sort of like a pet. You know, we could name her Trixie, or Miss Kitty Fantastico or something."

"I want my room to be Willow-friendly."

Tara: "So, I'm excited about the Scooby meeting. I think. What's it about?"
Willow: "I'm not sure. Probably just your garden-variety disaster."

"No matter what happens I'll still be your friend."

Tara: "You have to be with the person you love."
Willow: "I am."
Tara: "You mean...?"
Willow: "I mean. Okay?"
Tara: "Oh, yes."
Willow: "I feel horrible about everything I put you through. And I'm going to make it up to you. Starting right now."
Tara: "Right now?"
(Willow nods and smiles and Tara blows out the candle)

The Yoko Factor

Willow: "I keep thinking, 'okay, that's the cutest thing ever.' And then she does something cuter, and completely resets the whole scale."
Tara: "Did you see her yawn earlier?"
Willow: "Yes! I thought I was gonna die!"

Willow: "Maybe something fun, like drama. I could be dramatic. 'You cannot have more catnip! You have a catnip problem.'"
Tara: "Definitely drama."

Spike: "You're not exactly the whiz these days, either. God, I'm never gonna get paid."
Willow: "I am a whiz."
Tara: "She is a whiz."
Willow: "If ever a whiz there was."

Tara: "You think this will go on for a while?"
Anya: "Hard to say."
Tara: "Nice bathroom."
Anya: "Like the tile."

Primeval

Giles: "Pardon the robe, it's a bit of a late start."
Willow: "Right."
Tara: "Hope you're feeling all right, Mr. Giles."
Giles: "Oh, yes, quite well, thank you. Yes, I'll probably have a brisk jog later on."

Willow: "It must be programmed to self-decrypt at a certain point. That is so annoying! It's like somebody blurting out the answer to a riddle just when you've-- I mean, yippee! We have the information."
Tara: "I don't know if 'yippee' is the right response, either. Read that."

Tara: "I think it's strange. I mean, I think I should worry, that we haven't found her name."
Willow: "Who, Miss Kitty?"
Tara: "You'd think she'd let us know her name by now."

Tara: "You're not worried?"
Willow: "I never worry here. I'm safe here."
Tara: "You don't know everything about me."
Willow: "Have you told me your real name?"
Tara: "Oh, you know that."

"They will find out, you know. About you."

Tara: "Things aren't going very well."
Willow: "No! This drama class is just... I think they're really just doing things in the proper way, and now I'm in a play, and my whole family's out there, and why is there a cowboy in "Death of A Salesman", anyway?"

"Have you lost them?"

Buffy: "I think I need to find the others."
Tara: "Be back before dawn."

Tara: "The Slayer does not walk in this world."
Buffy: "I walk, I talk, I shop, I sneeze. I'm gonna be a fireman when the flood rolls back."