Angelus: Hello, lover. I wasn't sure you'd come.
Buffy: After your immolation-o-gram? Come on, I had to show. Shouldn't you be out destroying the world right now, pulling the sword out of Al Franken or whatever his name is?
Angelus: There's time enough. I wanted to say goodbye first. You are the one thing in this dimension I will miss.
Buffy: This is a beautiful moment we're having. Can we please fight?
Angelus: I didn't come here to fight.
Buffy: No?
Angelus: Gosh, I was hoping we can get back together. What do you think? Do we have a shot? Alright. We'll fight.

Kendra: In case the curse does not succeed, this is my lucky stake. I have killed many vampires with it. I call it, “Mr. Pointy.”
Buffy: You named your stake?
Kendra: Yes.
Buffy: Remind me to get you a stuffed animal.
[Kendra hands her the stake]
Buffy: Thanks.
Kendra: Watch your back.

Penny: I don’t know. Wave it around or something. Maybe I keyhole will appear in the wall.
Kady: This is stupid. I feel sick. Why are you here anyway? We already stuck a fork in this, Penny.
Penny: We’re helping you.
Kady: All of a sudden? After I was such a ray of sunshine to you last time?
Penny: We need you to talk to Harriet. We need her help getting the next key so we can bring magic back.
Kady: Oh, alright. And where’s the next key?
Penny: In the Underworld. I’m the only one who can get it, Kady.
Kady: You’re doing it again aren’t you? Throwing your life at a problem to solve it. I’m tired, Penny. What couple deals with this kind of shit on a regular basis?
Penny: I thought we weren’t a couple?

Eliot: What if she doesn’t take the deal? Then what do we do? Or, what if she takes the deal and then it’s all out war?
Margo: Stop it. It’s going to be fine.
Eliot: We could cut our losses. We could head back to Earth and regroup. We could finish the quest, restore magic, and then maybe revisit this when we stand a fighting chance.
Margo: You and I both sacrificed a lot for Fillory. And now we’re just supposed to hand over the kingdom to the Albino supermodel? Bitch took my eye.
Eliot: Hey, I don’t wanna leave. But what if we’re making things worse?
Margo: There wasn’t a blood test to tell me to be High Queen. I chose it. And I have had to fight for every shred of authority. And no offense, but you can’t understand because it was handed to you.

The Fairy Queen: In exchange for my babies, you want my bathtub?
Margo: You collect toes and eyeballs and you think that’s weird?
The Fairy Queen: Pardon me, but I’m a bit taken aback by this sudden curious act of extortion.
Eliot: Funny, we were taken aback by the floaters on spikes on the side of the road.
Margo: We thought you’d be alarmed by that, too, given you forced us into that alliance. So what’s it gonna be? Your bathtub? Or do we start making fairy and goat cheese omelettes.
The Fairy Queen: It’s a strange deal, even for me.
Margo: Right. I should be more specific. You’re giving your bathtub to the entire population of Fillory. We’re gonna make a fondue fountain out of it. It’ll be fun.
The Fairy Queen: And since I’ll have a deal with all Fillorians, everyone will then be able to see us.
Margo: I suppose you’re right.
Eliot: No more shadow puppeting. Just straight puppeting from now on.

Penny: So you lost the key in the Underworld and now want me to somehow go down there and get it.
Quentin: Well, you’re my only friend who is technically dead so--
Penny: For the millionth time, dumbass, I’m not dead. I’m an astral projection.
Quentin: No offense, but your corpse is ash, so I think you may be in a little bit of denial. I mean, look, weren’t you supposed to report to the Underworld branch of The Library anyway?
Penny: Yeah, and I burned my body to avoid that.
Quentin: Look, if we do not get to the Underworld before Benedict moves on--whatever that means--than we will have no idea where the key goes.
Penny: Not my problem.
Quentin: No magic is everyone’s problem. Do you think that I like begging for help, especially to you? I wouldn’t even do it except I know that you occasionally stop being a dick when the fate of the world is at stake.
Penny: Fine. I’ll help.

Poppy: Anyways, do you think your ghost friend is going to be able to help us?
Quentin: There is no us. I’m going to go talk to Penny alone, and you’re going to go back to whatever life you were willing to backstab me for.
Poppy: Okay, I’m kinda sensing some hostility here.
Eliot: Q!
Quentin: Oh good. Hey, I don’t know if it was just a super anxious rabbit, but your message made things seem kinda--
Eliot: Dire? They are.
Poppy: Are those supplies?
Margo: Hostages. Who the fuck are you?
Poppy: I’m Poppy. I’m helping Quentin find the next key.
Quentin: No, she’s not helping me. We’re--
Eliot: Okay, can we hit pause on the recap until we’re back where our pasty usurpers won’t kill us?

I'm not a good friend. I've taken you for granted for a long time.


It's funny, I walked all the way over here because I wanted to yell at him, and now I kinda want to thank him.


How dumb are you to let him play us off of each other like mommy and daddy?

Yvette [to Dave]

So let me get this right, you want me to invade Tyler's privacy to show you moments you were too self-absorbed to notice the first time around?


Tyler's terrified of fireworks. Everybody knows that.