Season Five
Harmony: "Good job, minions!"
Harmony: "What's your question?"
Cyrus: When are we gonna do it?"
Harmony: "Eww! That's rude. I barely know you. And you're a minion."
Xander: "I'm afraid I don't feel like getting into another hair-pulling contest
with you."
Harmony: "You're the hair-puller, you big girl!"
"What a total disaster. My first plan! I so wanted it to go well. Plus, I didn't
even get to kill stupid Xander Harris! God, that was so embarrassing."
Spike: "You look good."
Harmony: "I feel good."
Spike: "I remember."
Harmony: "I've been doing my homework, reading books and stuff."
Spike: "What, 'Evil For Dummies'?"
Harmony: "I've found the real me, and I like her."
Spike: "Hope you'll be very happy together."
"Once again, nice work, minionators!"
Harmony: "Ah, Mort. I trust you made our guest...comfortable?"
Mort: "You told me to chain her to a wall."
Harmony: "Yeah, I know, I'm being, you know, sarcastic or whatever?"
Harmony: "They treat me like I don't even matter. Do you have any idea what
that feels like?"
Dawn: "A little."
Harmony: "So, Slayer. At last we meet."
Buffy: "We've met, Harmony, you half-wit."
Out
Of My Mind
"She won't give up until she's killed me to death."
Spike: "Buffy's looking for you?"
Harmony: "Of course! That's why I'm on the lam. Didn't you hear? I'm totally
her arch-nemesis."
Harmony: "Come on, Spike. Pretty please? I'll do anything."
Spike: "Anything, will you?"
Harmony: "Yeah, I said I'll do anything. Oh, you mean, will I have sex with
you? Well, yeah."
Spike: "Taking up smoking, are you?"
Harmony: "I am a villain, Spike, hello!"
Spike: "I guess you are at that."
Spike: "I guess you're gonna have to kill her."
Harmony: "I tried! It was all hard and stuff. You do it."
Spike: "I'd love to, but I can't. Remember? I've got this cute little government
chip in my head."
Harmony: "Oh, right. Guess it'll have to be me after all. Can you help with
the thinking?"
Spike: "Is it bigger than a breadbox?"
Harmony: "No. Four left."
Spike: "So it's smaller than a breadbox?"
Harmony: "No. Only three."
Spike: "Harmony, is it a sodding breadbox?"
Harmony: "Yes! Oh my god. Someone's Blondie Bear is a 20-questions genius!"
"So, what'd she say about me?"
"Oops. String was slippy."
Harmony: "I read in a magazine that some women think a man's real sex organ
is his brain. Yecch. No contest. I mean, look at it. It's so... pink and wriggly-looking.
Can I touch it?"
Doctor & Spike: "No!"
Harmony: "Wow, Spikey, how does it feel?"
Spike: "Like someone's cutting into my brain with a knife, you silly bint."
Harmony: "Do you know what it means that he can't hurt any living thing? It
means that he can't even pick flowers."
Spike: "What?! Yes, I can."
"Is it supposed to do that?"
"I see it, Spikey, I see the chip! It's nestled in there like a pretty little
Easter egg, with your brain all around it like that green plastic grassy stuff.
Only this is more of a beige..."
Spike: "Buffy, Buffy, Buffy! Everywhere I turn, she's there. That nasty little
face, that bouncing, shampoo- commercial hair. That whole holier-than-thou attitude."
Harmony: "Well, aren't we kind of unholy by definition..."
Family
Harmony: "Apparently he got recruited by some big nether-wig, and now he's on
a mission. You think they might actually do it? Kill her?"
Spike: "God, that would be... pleasant."
Harmony: "Well, if they do, I think we should do something... like a gift basket
or something."
Fool
For Love
Harmony: "Okay, I'm trying to be supportive here, so don't drive a stake through
my heart like last time. But you can't kill Buffy. She's the Slayer. She is
so gonna kick your ass."
Spike: "Got two barrels here that'll prove you wrong."
Harmony: "I knew you'd take this personally. You're so sensitive! How are you
gonna kill her? Think! The second you even point that thing at her, you're gonna
be all "Aaagh!" And then you'll get bitch-slapped up and down Main Street, unless
she's had enough and just stakes you."
Spike: "Sure, it'll hurt like hell for about two hours. But she'll be dead just
a little longer than that."