Zitate und Sprüche von Rupert Giles

Willow: "And there's no one in the world who has the power to stop me now."
Giles: "I'd like to test that theory."

Giles: "Oh, Emily Dickinson."
Buffy: "We're both fans."
Giles: "Yes, she's quite a good poet. I mean for a..."
Buffy: "A girl?"
Giles: "For an American."

Giles: "This computer invasion that Willow's performing on the coroner's office... One assumes it is entirely legal?"
Buffy: "Of course."
Willow: "Entirely."
Giles: "Right. Wasn't here. Didn't see it. Couldn't have stopped you."

The Earth is doomed.

Dawn: "So what are you supposed to be?"
Anya: "An angel."
Dawn: "Oh, shouldn't you have wings?"
Anya: "Um, no, this is a special kind of angel called a Charlie. We don't have wings, we just skate around with perfect hair fighting crime."

I've gotta say something, 'cause I don't think I've made it clear. I'm in love with you. Powerfully, painfully in love. The things you do, the way you think, the way you move. I get excited every time I'm about to see you. You make me feel like I've never felt before in my life... like a man. I just thought you might like to know.

Giles: "Cordelia, have you actually ever heard of tact?"
Cordelia: "Tact is just not saying true stuff. I'll pass."

Buffy: "Sorry to say, Xand, slaying is a tad more perilous than dating."
Xander: "Well, you're obviously not dating Cordelia."

Look, Buffy, you may be hot stuff when it comes to demonology or whatever, but when it comes to dating, I'm the Slayer.

I'm just saying when tragedy strikes, we have to look on the bright side. You know? Like how even used Mercedes still have leather seats.

Giles: "Why should someone want to harm Cordelia?"
Willow: "Maybe because they met her? Did I say that?"

Darla: "Do you know what the saddest thing in the world is?"
Buffy: "Bad hair on top of that outfit?"

Willow: "Have you Googled her?"
Xander: "Willow! She's seventeen!"
Willow: "It's a search engine."

The Master: "You're dead."
Buffy: "I may be dead, but I'm still pretty. Which is more than I can say for you."

We haven't been properly introduced. I'm Buffy, and you're history!

You've got to stop doing this. This dying thing is funny once, maybe twice...

Do you know what I find works real good with Slayers? Killing them.

Buffy: "What are you doing here? Five words or less!"
Spike: "Out. For. A. Walk... B*tch."

Buffy: "This'll probably go faster if we split up."
Lily: "Can I come with you?"
Buffy: "Okay, where did I lose you on the whole splitting up thing?"

Xander: "Does anybody remember when Saturday night meant date night?"
Cordelia: "You sure don't."

Yeah, I did a couple of Slayers in my time. I don't like to brag. Who am I kidding? I love to brag!

So, who do you kill for fun around here?

Strong is fighting. It's hard and it's painful and it's every day. It's what we have to do, and we can do it together, but if you're too much of a coward for that, then burn.

Spike is going down. You can attack me, you can send assassins after me, that's fine. But nobody messes with my boyfriend.

It's a statistical impossibility for a sixteen-year-old to unplug a telephone.

Xander: "Buffy and Faith are in the library gettin' all sweaty."
Cordelia: "They're training."
Xander: "I stand by my phrase."

It must be hard when all your friends here have, like superpowers. Slayer, werewolves, witches, vampires, and you're like this little nothing. You must feel like… Jimmy Olsen.

Anya: "For God's sakes Andrew, you've been in here for 30 minutes. What are you doing?"
Andrew: "Entertaining and educating."
Anya: "Why can't you just m*sturbate like the rest of us?"

I, Anya, want to marry you, Xander, because... I love you, and I'll always love you. And, before I knew you, I was like a completely different person. Not even a person, really. And I'd seen what love could do to people, and it was... hurt, and sadness. Alone was better. And then, suddenly, there was you! And you knew me. You saw me. And it was this... thing. You make me feel safe and warm, so, I... get it now. I finally get love, Xander! I really do.

What's the fun of burying someone if they're already dead?