Halloween

Ethan: The world that denies thee, thou inhabit. The peace that ignores thee, thou corrupt. Chaos, I remain as ever thy faithful, degenerate son.

Giles: Janus. Roman mythical god.
Willow: What does this mean?
Giles: Primarily the division of self. Male and female, light and dark.
Ethan: Chunky and creamy. Oh no, sorry, that's peanut butter.
Giles: Willow, get out of here now.
Willow: But—
Giles: Now!
[Willow exits]
Giles: Hello, Ethan.
Ethan: Hello, Ripper.

Ethan: What, no hug? Aren't you pleased to see your old mate, Rupert?
Giles: I'm just surprised I didn't guess it was you. This Halloween stunt stinks of Ethan Rayne.
Ethan: Yes it does, doesn't it? Don't wish to blow my own trumpet, but it's genius. The very embodiment of 'be careful what you wish for'.

Ethan: It's quite a little act you've got going here, old man.
Giles: It's no act. It's who I am.
Ethan: Who you are? The Watcher? Sniveling, tweed-clad guardian of the Slayer and her kin? I think not. I know who you are, Rupert. And I know what you're capable of. But they don't, do they? They have no idea where you come from.
Giles: Break the spell, Ethan. Then leave this place, and never come back.
Ethan: Why should I? What's in the bargain for me?
Giles: You get to live.

Ethan: And you said the Ripper was long gone.

The Dark Age

Buffy: I know you. You ran that costume shop.
Ethan: Oh, I'm pleased you remember.
Buffy: You sold me that dress for Halloween and nearly got us all killed!
Ethan: But you looked great.
[Buffy punches him, hard]
Ethan: So now we're even?
Buffy: I'll let you know when we're even. What are you doing here?
Ethan: Snooping around.
Buffy: Honesty. Nice touch.
Ethan: It's one of my virtues... not really.
Buffy: I've got a great idea. Why don't I just call the police and have you arrested for breaking and entering, and then I can get back to my fun Saturday?
Ethan: Yes, the police. Well, they'll have all those questions, and they'll really need Rupert to answer them all.
Buffy: You know Giles?
Ethan: We go back. Way back.

Ethan: Aren't we manly?
Buffy: One of us is. You're gonna hide until it's over.
Ethan: Excellent plan.

Ethan: You know, I hope you're not taking this personally, Buffy. I actually kind of like you. It's just that I like myself a lot more. If you think of it karmically, this is really big for you soul. You know, taking my place with the demon. Giving so that others may live.
Buffy: I'm going to kill you. Will that blow the whole karma thing?
Ethan: Sweet child. Now this may sting a little, just at first, but don't worry. That'll go away once the searing pain kicks in. You can go ahead and scream if you like.

Ethan: Well, I hate to mutilate and run, but...

Band Candy

Buffy: So, Ethan, what are we playing? We're pretty much in a 'talk or bleed' situation. Your call.
Giles: Hit him.
Ethan: I'd just like to point out that this wasn't my idea.
Buffy: Meaning?
Ethan: I'm subcontracting. It's Trick you want. I'm just helping him collect a tribute. For a demon.
Giles: He's lying. Go on, hit him.
Buffy: I don't think he is, and shut up.
Giles: You're my Slayer. Now go knock his teeth down his throat—
Buffy: Giles! [to Ethan] What demon?
Ethan: I don't remember.
[Buffy punches him]
Giles: Yes!

A New Man

Giles: Who am I kidding? Nothing is going to happen.
[he exits]
Ethan: Oh, I wouldn't say that. I wouldn't say that at all. In fact, Ripper, old mate, I'd say something rather interesting was about to happ—
Giles: [opening the door] Is someone—
Ethan: Oh, bugger, I thought you'd gone.

Giles: Ethan Rayne. You have no idea how much thrashing you is going to improve my day.

Ethan: Brilliant. Now isn't this more fun than kicking my ass?
Giles: No.
Ethan: Oh. It's more fun for me.

Giles: We've got to face it. We've changed. Well, not you - you're still sadistic and self-centered.
Ethan: Here's to me.

Giles: This Initiative. Their methods may be causing problems, but they're getting the job done. Who am I? I'm an unemployed librarian with a tendency to get knocked on the head.
Ethan: Well, you won't have to worry about that anymore, mate. When you went to the loo I slipped a small pellet of poison in your drink. You'll be dead in an hour.
[long, deadly silence]
Ethan: Just kidding!
Giles: [laughing] I'm gonna feel like hell in the morning.

Ethan: I've really got to learn to just do the damage and get out of town. It's the 'stay and gloat' that gets me every time.

Ethan: Is this going to go on much longer? I'd rather like to be going.
Buffy: And why would I let you go?
Ethan: Well maybe because you have no choice. I'm human. You can't kill me. What's a Slayer going to do to me?
Riley: By the authority of the U.S. military you are being taken into custody, pending a determination of your status.
Soldier: We'll take him from here.
Riley: They'll, uh, take Mr. Rayne to a secret detention facility in the Nevada desert. I'm sure he'll be rehabilitated in no time.
Giles: If you don't mind I'm just going to go and watch them manhandle him into a vehicle.

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