Halloween

Giles: Janus. Roman mythical god.
Willow: What does this mean?
Giles: Primarily the division of self. Male and female, light and dark.
Ethan: [stepping out of the shadows] 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'.
Giles: It's sick... brutal. And it harms the innocent.
Ethan: Oh, and we all know that you are the champion of innocence and all things pure and good, Rupert. 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: Oh, Rupert, you're scaring—
[Giles punches Ethan in the gut, then drops him with a knee to the forehead]

Ethan: And you said the Ripper was long gone.
Giles: Tell me how to stop the spell.
Ethan: Say 'pretty please'.
[Giles kicks him sharply in the kidney]

The Dark Age

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.

Giles: [answering the phone] Hello?
Buffy: Giles, it's me.
Giles: Buffy, unless this is an emergency, I'll see you on Monday.
Buffy: What's the Mark of Eyghon? Giles?
Ethan: Cat got his tongue?
Buffy: I'm in your office with someone who claims to be an old friend of yours. Ethan Rayne?
Giles: He's there with you? Listen, Buffy, you're in grave danger while Ethan's there. I want you to put the phone down and get out of the library as soon as possible.
Buffy: I'm not going anywhere until you give me some answers...

[Giles enters the library, staring incredulously at the re-animated Philip]
Giles: It can't be.
Ethan: Yes, it can. Hello, Ripper.
Giles: I thought I told you to leave town.
Ethan: You did. I didn't. Shop's lease is paid 'til the end of the month.
Cordelia: [whispering] Why did he call him 'Ripper'?
Giles: [grabs Ethan by the hair and hauls him out of his seat] You should have left when I told you to.
Cordelia: Ooooh.
Buffy: Giles!
Giles: You put these people in danger. People I care about.
Ethan: If you cared so much about them, why didn't you leave town? You've been having the dreams, I know. I have. We both know what's coming.
Buffy: What dreams? What is going on here?
Ethan: Tell her, Ripper.

Giles: I was twenty-one, studying history at Oxford. And, of course, the occult by night. I hated it, the tedious grind of study, the overwhelming pressure of my destiny... I dropped out, went to London, fell in with the worst crowd that would have me. We practiced magicks. Small stuff, for pleasure or gain. Then Ethan and I discovered something... bigger.
Buffy: Eyghon.
Giles: Yes. One of us would, um, go into a deep sleep, and the others would summon him. It was an extrordinary high... God, we were fools.
Buffy: You couldn't control it.
Giles: One of us... Randall... he lost control. Eyghon took him whole. We tried to exorcise the demon from Randall, but it killed him. We killed him. We thought we were free of the demon after that, but now he's back. And one by one, he will kill us all.

Buffy: Ethan? Giles told me everything. Look, it's coming for you.
Ethan: And you came to protect me. I'm touched.
Buffy: Don't worry, it's nothing personal. To protect Giles, I have to protect you.
Ethan: How does Ripper inspire such goodness?
Buffy: 'Cause he's Giles.
Ethan: And I'm not. Still, lucky me.

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!

Buffy: [on the phone] No, it's definitely a demon. A big one.
[Ethan sees that her back is turned and silently grabs a crowbar. He tries to sneak up on Buffy, but Giles/Ripper sees him and draws his gun, pressing it against Ethan's neck.]
Giles: I wouldn't.

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: Just tell me what you want to tell me.
Ethan: Oh, so crass. We used to be friends, Ripper. When'd all that fall apart?
Giles: The same time you started to worship Chaos.
Ethan: Ah, religious intolerance. Sad, that. I mean, just look at the Irish troubles... [Giles starts to leave] Oh, hang on. I'll tell you. There's something happening in the dark world. It's all whispers and rumours out there. Only one thing is coming through clear. That something's harming demons, and it's not the Slayer. Know anything about it?
Giles: What do they say?
Ethan: You know demons - it's all exaggeration and blank verse. 'Pain as bright as steel', things like that. They're scared. There's something called 314 that's got 'em scared most of all. The kind of scared that turns to angry. I know we're not particularly fond of each other, Rupert, but we are a couple of old mystics. This new outfit, it's blundering into places it doesn't belong. It's throwing the worlds out of balance. And that's way beyond Chaos... mate. We're headed, quite literally, for one hell of a fight.

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: What 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: Relax, enjoy the night. We're just a couple of sorcerers. The night is still our time. A time of magick.
Giles: [raises his glass] To magick.

Giles: You understand me.
Spike: Of course I understand you.
Giles: I'm speaking English?
Spike: No, you're speaking Fyarl - I happen to speak Fyarl. And by the way, why the hell are you suddenly a Fyarl demon? You just come over all demony this morning?
Giles: As a matter of fact, I did, thanks to Ethan Rayne. You have to help me find him. He must undo this. And then he needs a good... being killed.

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.

Buffy: You okay?
Giles: Embarrassed, mostly. Ethan's wardrobe's not helping any either.

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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