Katherine: "You know you can't split the cure with Elena, right?"
Rebekah: "She doesn't want it."
Katherine: "Oh no? But you do, you wanna take it? Are you really that dumb or just naturally blonde?"
Rebekah: "I want a normal life again."
Katherine: "You mean you want a do-over. Well guess what? You can't have it. The cure will only take away your immortality. Everything else you hate about yourself, you'll still wake up with that in the morning, and you won't even be able to compel yourself a friend."
"Show me a hero, and I will write you a tragedy." F. Scott Fitzgerald
Buffy: I hate this. I hate being here. I hate that you have to be here. I hate that there's evil and that I was chosen to fight it. I wish a whole lot of the time that I hadn't been. I know a lot of you wish I hadn't been, either. This isn't about wishes. This is about choices. I believe we can beat this evil. Not when it comes. Not when its army is ready. Now. Tomorrow morning, I'm opening the seal. I'm going down into the Hellmouth and I am finishing this once and for all. Right now, you're asking yourself what makes this different. What makes us anything more than a bunch of girls being picked off one by one? It's true. None of you have the power that Faith and I do. So here's the part where you make a choice.
Cordelia: It's not the pain. It's the helplessness. The certainty that there is nothing you can do to stop it. That your life can be thrown away in an instant by someone else. He doesn't care. He'll beat you down until you stay down, because he doesn't even think of you as alive. No woman should ever have to go through that, and no woman strong enough to hold the mantle of vicious bitch would ever put up with it. Where is Billy going?
Angel: You're gonna be okay.
Darla: No. No, I don't think so. Once he's gone, I won't be okay. I won't be okay at all. I don't know what I'll be. Angel... Our baby is gonna die right here in this alley. You died in an alley, remember?
Angel: I remember. Darla: I wanna say I'm sorry. I wanna say it and mean it, but I can't. Aren't you gonna tell me it's okay?Angel: No.Darla: No? It's really not, is it? We did so many terrible things together. So much destruction, so much pain. We can't make up for any of it. You know that, don't you.Angel: Yeah.Darla: This child, Angel, it's the one good thing we ever did together.[Angel lifts Darla's hand between both of his and pressed it against his lips.]Darla:The only good thing.[Angel buries his face in his hands, still holding onto Darla's, takes a sobbing breath.]Darla:The only good thing. You make sure to tell him that. [Darla stakes herself, and her body crumbles into dust, leaving the crying newborn alive on the alley ground.]
This poem is by Portia Nelson
I walk down the street.There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.I fall in.I am lost ... I am helpless.It isn't my fault.It takes forever to find a way out.
I walk down the same street.There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.I pretend I don't see it.I fall in again.I can't believe I am in the same place.But it isn't my fault.It still takes a long time to get out.
I walk down the same street.There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.I see it is there.I still fall in ... it's a habit. My eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately.I walk down the same street.There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.I walk around it.
I walk down another street.
Riley: Yeah, I'm well aware of how lucky I am. Like, lottery lucky. Buffy's like nobody else in the world. When I'm with her, it's like - it's like I'm split in two - half of me is just on fire, goin' crazy if I'm not touching her. The other half is so still and peaceful, just perfectly content. Just knows, this is the one... But she doesn't love me.
Riley: Getting nostalgic?
Xander: I don't know. At first it's just a place, and then you start to make memories. Then you're, like... that's where Spike slept, and there, that's where Anya and I drowned the Sepavro demon. Oh! And right there, that's where I got my heart all ripped out.
Xander: I really hate this place.
Buffy: Honey, we need to talk about the invitations. Now, do you want to be 'William the Bloody' or just 'Spike,' because either way it's gonna look majorly weird.
Spike: Whereas the name 'Buffy' gives it that touch of classic elegance.
Buffy: What's wrong with 'Buffy'?
Giles: Ah, such a good question.
Reid: What do we have to talk about?
JJ: Look, I get it. You’re disappointed with the way we handled Emily.
Reid: Look, I have a lot going on, alright?
JJ: You know what I think it is? I think you’re mad that Hotch and I controlled our micro-expressions at the hospital, and you weren’t able to detect our deception.
Reid: You think this is about my profiling skills? Jennifer, listen, the only reason you were able to manage my perceptions is because I *trusted* you. I came to your house for ten weeks in a row crying over losing a friend and not once did you have the decency to tell me the truth.
JJ: I couldn’t.
Reid: You couldn’t? Or you wouldn’t?
JJ: No, I couldn’t.
Reid: What if I started taking dilaudid again, would you have let me?
JJ: You didn’t.
Reid: Yeah, but I thought about it.
JJ: Spence.. *I’m sorry*
Reid: It’s too late, alright?