"I'm cookie dough" 🍪
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“I’m cookie dough. I’m not done baking. I’m not finished becoming whoever the hell it is I’m gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and maybe one day, I turn around and realize I’m ready. I’m cookies.”
Een aantal van mijn favoriete Buffy-dialogen:
Buffy: “Does it ever get easy?”
Giles: “You mean life?”
Buffy: “Yeah. Does it get easy?”
Giles: “What do you want me to say?”
Buffy: “Lie to me.”
Giles: “Yes, it’s terribly simple. The good guys are always stalwart and true. The bad guys are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats and we always defeat them and save the day. No one ever dies… and everybody lives happily ever after.”
Oz: “I’m gonna ask you to go out with me tomorrow night. And I’m kinda nervous about it, actually. It’s interesting.”
Willow: “Oh. Well, if it helps at all, I’m gonna say yes.”
Oz: “Yeah, it helps. It creates a comfort zone. Do you wanna go out with me tomorrow night?”
Willow: “Oh, I can’t!”
Oz: “Well, see, I like that you’re unpredictable.”
“Bottom line is, even if you see ’em coming, you’re not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does. So what are we, helpless? Puppets? No. The big moments are gonna come. You can’t help that. It’s what you do afterwards that counts. That’s when you find out who you are.”
“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.
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.”
Buffy: What is this?
Willow: A doodle. I do doodle. You too. You do doodle, too.
Xander: Buffy, we need to talk.
Buffy: What’s wrong? Is Dawn okay?
Willow: Dawn’s fine.
Xander: Buffy, we care about you and we’re worried about you. The way you’re acting, the things you’re doing…
Anya: It’s wrong.
Willow: Wait, this shouldn’t be about blame.
Buffy: Blame? There’s blame now?
Willow: No. There’s only love. And some fear.
Anya: We’re just kinda thrown by the you-having-sex-with-Spike.
Buffy: The who whatting how with huh?
Anya: Okay, that’s denial. That usually comes before anger.
Buffy: I am not having sex with Spike!
Xander: No one is judging you. It’s understandable. Spike is strong and mysterious and sorta compact but well-muscled.
Buffy: I am *not* having sex with Spike! But I’m starting to think that *you* might be!
Xander: Buffy, I saw you, Anya too. We saw you and Spike, with the straddling…
Buffybot: Spike’s mine! Who’s straddling Spike?
Buffy: Oh my god.
Xander: And so say all of us.
Buffybot: Say, look at you! You look just like me! We’re very pretty.
Willow: Two of them!
Xander: Hey, I know this! They’re *both* Buffy!
Buffy: No. *She’s* a robot. She acts just like that girlfriend-bot that Warren guy made. You guys couldn’t tell me apart from a *robot*?
Buffy: Angel, what are you doing— Don’t even. I just wanna bask.
Buffy: OK, I’m basked. What are you doing here?
Angel: Not saving a damsel in distress, that’s for sure.
Buffy: Oh, you know me. Not much with the damselling.
Angel: Got your share of distress, though.
Buffy: You heard?
Angel: I got coverage on the whole thing. It’s very gripping. It needs a third act.
Spike: So… where’s tall, dark and forehead?
Buffy: Let me guess. You can smell him.
Spike: Yeah, that and I also used my enhanced vampire eyeballs to watch you kissing him.
Buffy: It was… a hello.
Spike: Most people don’t use their tongues to say hello. Or I guess they do, but—
Buffy: There were no tongues. Besides, he’s gone.
Spike: Oh, just popped by for a quickie, then?
Buffy: Good, good. I haven’t had quite enough jealous vampire crap for one night.
Spike: He wears lifts, you know.
The hardest thing in this world… is to live in it. Be brave. Live. For me.
- Cordelia: “Don’t you have an elsewhere to be?”
- Buffy: “Gee, can you vague that up for me?”
- Giles: “Demons after money. Whatever happened to the still-beating heart of a virgin? No one has any standards anymore.”
- Buffy: “Cordelia. Your mouth is open. Sound is coming from it. This is never good.”
- Giles: “Xander, don’t speak Latin in front of the books.”
- Xander: “It’s funny how the earth never opens up and swallows you when you want it to.”