Spike: Heard what happened up top, offing your dad and all. Don't know if you know this, but, uh…I killed my mum. Actually, I'd already killed her, and then she tried to shag me, so I had to-- Wesley: Thank you. I'm…very comforted.

'Lineage'


Coffee On My Monitor  

This thread is for Buffista quotage. Posts that are profound, witty, or otherwise deserving of immortality go here. This is also Shrift's source for the BRQG, so be aware that if your words end up here, they'll also end up there. Finally, please note which thread spawned the quotage and please white-out anything that might be spoilery to Un-Americans.


Jessica - Sep 18, 2002 7:38:19 am PDT #9 of 10000
Now with added Sheffield steel.

ALLYSON: It's wonderful to be loved. And I never cried about breaking the yellow crayon, though. I just pocketed it and melted it back together on the radiator. Willow was a wimp.


DXMachina - Sep 18, 2002 8:17:56 am PDT #10 of 10000
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.

JessiMoon:

Happy Birthday Erika! I was gonna get you a new board, but then ita said that's what she was getting you, so...


P.M. Marc - Sep 18, 2002 8:35:04 am PDT #11 of 10000
"Man, i'm covered in pony blood."

Gar and Trudy on my shameful attraction to Kissinger...

Gar/Typo Boy: I kind of get the Kissinger lust. I mean given the Spike lust, and Angelus lust, apparently there is a real attraction to brutal, witty killers.

Trudy: Kissinger's cheek bones are seriously lacking though...

Gar/Typo Boy: Yeah, but maybe his having a much higher kill count than Spike's makes up for it.


DXMachina - Sep 18, 2002 9:10:37 am PDT #12 of 10000
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.

Allan Lang:

"I want to show you the world."

Every time I see that I then hear Dawn saying "Giles said pretty much the same thing. Only he used more words that that. And a globe"


Jessica - Sep 18, 2002 9:42:03 am PDT #13 of 10000
Now with added Sheffield steel.

HEC: (to Erika) We're just a bunch of obsessive retentive geeks. Besides it's your birthday. You can spread all the lies and misinformation you like. On your birthday, you're like the CIA.


esse - Sep 18, 2002 9:48:52 am PDT #14 of 10000
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!

Theodosia: I'm with Angus, which isn't strange because otherwise we're twins in every aspect of our lives. Well, sort of, by which I hardly at all. But I agree with him anyway.


P.M. Marc - Sep 18, 2002 10:06:49 am PDT #15 of 10000
"Man, i'm covered in pony blood."

Of course it could be worse, I could be Elizabeth Wurtzel, riding my depression and my tits to publishing stardom.

Erikaj on the pressures of writing.


Angus G - Sep 18, 2002 10:13:50 am PDT #16 of 10000
Roguish Laird

Carrots are good because nobody notices if one is missing.

Trudy, majestically and surreally closing out a vegetables-as-dildos conversation in Buffy 1.


meara - Sep 18, 2002 10:15:31 am PDT #17 of 10000

Steph, in Natter:

Advocating my death is the new black

And Angus, in response to Erika, in Natter:

It's your birthday! No-one here thinks you're insufficiently grounded in the literature of Gay Hollywood, OK?


Rebecca Lizard - Sep 18, 2002 10:16:30 am PDT #18 of 10000
You sip / say it's your crazy / straw say it's you're crazy / as you bicycle your soul / with beauty in your basket

billytea:

And I just realised, the word ‘screeching’ is so sadly underrepresented in literary sex scenes. Does no one screech like a banshee at the moment of truth anymore? I blame MTV. It’s taken it out of the bedroom and into Aerosmith videos.

On which note (??), I walked out of my apartment this morning to the sight of two squirrels getting a bit of furry-tailed action on the footpath. It was an awkward moment. I stopped dead in my tracks, not really wanting to disturb them; they too froze in place, the one scrabbling to keep his balance, with expressions on their tiny faces very much like a teenager whose parents have come home early.

Sadly, I did have a train to catch, and they shot off up a tree as soon as I took a step. I can only hope they weren’t traumatised by the experience. *sniff* They grow up so fast. ...No, they really do. I mean, they’re rodents, fer cryin’ out loud.