Season Six

Spike: I'm never gonna get anything killed with you lot holding me back.
Tara: I thought the big ones were supposed to tire more easily.
Spike: No, that's the over-the-hill shopkeepers.
Giles: I'm fine. I just need to die for a minute.

Tara: It's sorbis root. It was supposed to confuse him, but it just kind of made him peppy. It's not supposed to mix with anything - do you think he might be taking prescription medication?
Spike: Yeah, that MUST be it.
Giles: Good god, I hope he doesn't try to operate heavy machinery.

Willow: Try to drive him toward the Van Elton crypt.
Tara: Is that the one with the cute little gargoyle?

Tara: You doing okay?
Willow: Besides terror about today and a general feeling of impending doom? Swell.

Tara: You found the last known Urn of Osiris on eBay?
Anya: Yeah, from this desert gnome in Cairo. He drove a really hard bargain, but I finally got him to throw in a limited-edition Backstreet Boys lunchbox for a...
Xander: (coughs)
Anya: A friend.

Xander: Excuse me? Who made you the boss of the group?
Anya: You did.
Tara: You said Willow should be boss.
Anya: And then you said "let's vote," and it was unanimous.
Tara: And then you made her this little plaque that said "Boss of Us" and you put little sparkles on it...
Xander: Valid points all.

Willow: Oh, you got butterflies, baby?
Tara: More like bats.
Anya: You want to look at the money? I find it always calms me.

Anya: We brought you some lovely parting gifts. It's American. Get it? Apple pie? To remind you of all the good food you won't be eating.
Tara: And a monster - sort of a Sunnydale souvenir, we thought. Grr, aargh!

Tara: Willow and I always know how to find each other.
Anya: With yoga?

Tara: Nobody messes with my girl.
Xander: Tara, nice axing.
Tara: My first!

Tara: You thought she'd say thanks... be more grateful.
Willow: Would I be a terrible person if I said yes?

Tara: Maybe we dreamed it.
Willow: Right, right. Wrong -- different brains.

Anya: Well, that's four -- what's the other one like?
Tara: Oh, like the others, only dripping with viscous fluid.
Dawn: Eww.

I like sunrise better when I'm getting up early than when I'm staying up late, you know? It's like I'm seeing it from the wrong side.

Willow & Tara: Child of words, hear thy makers. Child of words, we entreat. With our actions did we make thee. To our voices wilt thou bend. With our potions, thou took motive. With our motions came to pass. We rescind no past devotions. Give thee substance, give thee mass.

Dawn: Man! How much water can they fit in one set of pipes?
Tara: If I understand right: the entire city water supply.
Willow: It's like little clown cars at the circus.

Xander: And a big Sunnydale round of applause for Tito The Amazing -- Plumber Extraordinaire!
Tara: How's it looking down there?
Xander: Like we should start gathering up two of every animal.

Buffy: Okay, so you're telling me I'm broke?
Willow: Not yet, but...
Tara: Money's definitely becoming an issue.
Xander: As in, your being almost out of it.
Buffy: But, I haven't spent any money. I was all dead and frugal.

Dawn: You know, if you don't let me look at the pictures, I'm gonna learn everything I know about demons on the street!
Tara: Knock yourself out.
Dawn: Thank you! See? No biggie. I can totally handle it. (opens book) That's a weird place for a horn.... (slowly closes book) It's not a horn.

Giles: Brooms all around then.
Willow: Or I could whip up a jaunty self-cleaning incantation. It'll be like "Fantasia".
Giles: And we all know how splendidly that turned out for Mickey.
Willow: I think I'm a little more adept than a cartoon mouse.
Tara: And you have more fingers, which is good 'cause then there's no need to wear those big white gloves to over-compensate.

Willow: Hard to believe such a hot mama-yama came from humble, geek-infested roots.
Tara: Infested roots. Trying to turn me on?
Willow: I have to try now?

Tara: We were talking, and then it was like...
Buffy: Like you were in a musical?
Willow: We did a whole duet about dueling mushrooms...
Anya: ...and we were arguing and then everything rhymed and there were harmonies, and a dance with coconuts.
Willow: ...with the couscous.
Xander: It was very disturbing.

Tara: That's right! The volume. The text.
Giles: What text?
Willow: The volume-y text.

Willow: The sun is shining, there are songs going on, those guys are checking you out...
Tara: What? What are they looking at?
Willow: The hotness of you, doofus!
Tara: Those boys really thought I was hot?
Willow: Entirely!
Tara: Oh, my god. I'm cured! I want the boys!
Willow: Do I have to fight to keep you? 'Cause I'm not large with the butch.

Tara: Lot of homework?
Dawn: Ah, math. It seemed cooler when we were singing about it.

Willow said they have a lead on the whole musical-extravaganza evil. This demon that can be summoned - some sort of lord of the dance. But not the scary one - just a demon.

Tara: God, I just closed my eyes for a minute.
Dawn: And now there's cartoons. Plus a mother of all-night wedgies.
Tara: Uh-oh.
Dawn: It's not tragic. I'm sure as soon as I stand up...

TARA: Sorry I'm late.
BUFFY: Oh, time has no meaning here.

TARA: I have this sudden urge to dedicate my productive cooperation.
BUFFY: Well, if you close your eyes and repeatedly smash yourself in the head with frozen meat until it goes away. Eventually. I'm hoping.

XANDER: I'm gonna go bring Anya up to speed on that monkey situation.
TARA: There's a monkey problem?
WILLOW: Only if you don't stretch first.

You're the same Buffy. With a deep tropical cellular tan.

Older and Far Away

BUFFY: I'm definitely not ready to...
TARA: Come out?
BUFFY: Yeah, I'm all stay-inny.

BUFFY: How are you doing?
TARA: The word "gulp" comes to mind.

SPIKE: Stupid git.
TARA: I don't know - he seemed cute. Was he cute? I mean, I'm not a very good judge, but... I think he seemed cute.
CLEM: I think he seemed cute, yeah.

SPIKE: I had a muscle cramp. Buffy was helping.
TARA: A muscle cramp? In your... pants?
SPIKE: What? It's a thing.

SPIKE: Must be some late-night activities to keep us busy till morning.
TARA: How's that cramp, Spike? Still bothering you?
SPIKE: What? Oh, yeah.
TARA: Maybe you want to put some ice on it.

Hey! You're gonna back off. She said no, and that's it. You're not gonna make her do something that she doesn't want to. And if you try, you're gonna have to go through me first. Understood?

TARA: I thought vengeance demons only punished men who wronged women.
HALFREK: Oh, that was Anya's little raison d'etre. Most of us try to be a little more well-rounded. And actually, we prefer "justice demon", okay? FYI.
ANYA: Well-rounded, huh? Is that how you explain your thing for bad parents?
HALFREK: Oh, it's not a thing. The children need me.
ANYA: < coughing > Daddy issues.

Hell's Bells

ANYA: I, Anya, promise to cherish you. Eww, no. Not cherish. I promise to have sex with you whenever *I* want, and pledge to be your friend, your wife, your confidant, and your sex poodle.
TARA: Uh, sex poodle?
ANYA: Yeah, what?
TARA: Um, I'm not sure you should say "sex poodle" in your vows.
ANYA: Huh.

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