Quotes

What's My Line? I

"I am Kendra, the Vampire Slayer."

What's My Line? II

Buffy: Okay, one more time... you're the who?
Kendra: I am the slayer.
Buffy: Nice cover story, but here's a tip. You might wanna try it on someone who's not the real slayer.
Kendra: You can't stop me. Even if you kill me, another slayer will be sent to take my place.
Buffy: Could you stop with the slayer thing? I'm the damn slayer!

Giles: And you are called...?
Kendra: I am the vampire slayer.
Buffy: We got that part, honey. He means your name.
Kendra: Oh. They call me Kendra. I have no last name, sir.
Buffy: Can you say 'stuck in the 80's'?

Willow: Hey!
Kendra: Identify yourself.
Buffy: Back off, Pink Ranger. This is my friend.
Kendra: Friend?
Buffy: Yeah, as in person you hang with? Amigo?
Kendra: I don't understand.
Buffy: You try. I'm tapped.

Giles: The new slayer is only called after the previous slayer has died... good lord. You were dead, Buffy.
Buffy: I was only gone for a minute.

Buffy: Then why the hell did you attack me?
Kendra: I thought you were a vampire.
Buffy: Ooh, a swing and a miss for the rookie.
Kendra: I had good reason to think you were. Did I not see you kissing a vampire?
Willow: Buffy would never do that! Oh, except for... sometimes you do that. But only with Angel. Right?

Kendra: So I did not kill him.
Buffy: Then I don't need to kill you.
Willy: Whoa. There's a lot of tension in this room.
[Kendra tackles Willy to the floor]
Buffy: Doesn't anyone just say hello where you come from?

Buffy: I don't take orders. I do things my way.
Kendra: No wonder you died.
Buffy: Let's go.
Willy: I have to ask, has either of you girls considered modeling? I have a friend with a camera. Strictly high-class nude work. You know, art photographs. But naked.
[Buffy and Kendra exit]
Willy: You don't have to answer right away...

Giles: Spike has also called out the Order of Taraka to keep Buffy out of the way.
Kendra: The assassins? I read of them in the writings of Dramius.
Giles: Oh, really? Which volume?
Kendra: I believe it was Six, sir.
Buffy: Um, how do you know all this?
Kendra: From my studies.
Buffy: So obviously you have a lot of free time.
Kendra: I study because it is required. The Slayer Handbook insists on it.
Willow: There's a Slayer Handbook?
Buffy: Wha-... handbook? What handbook? How come I don't have a handbook?
Willow: Is there a t-shirt too? 'Cause that would be cool.

Kendra: Buffy is a student here?
Giles: Yes.
Kendra: Right, of course. And I imagine she's a cheerleader as well.
Giles: No, well, she had to give up her cheerleading. It was quite an amusing story, actual-... let's go and find the book, shall we?

Buffy: Get a load of the She-Giles.
Willow: Creepy.

Xander: You wanna talk Taraka? We just met the King Freak of the... hello.
Giles: Oh, forgive me. Xander, Cordelia, this is Kendra. It's rather complicated, but she's... also the slayer.
Cordelia: Hi, nice to meet you.
Xander: A slayer, huh? I knew this 'I'm the only one, I'm the only one' thing was just an attention-getter.
Buffy: Just say hello, Xander.
Xander: Welcome. So you're a slayer, huh? I like that in a woman.
Kendra: Uh, I hope... thank you... I mean, sir, um... I will be of service.
Xander: Great. Good. It's good to be a giver.

Buffy: These Taraka are definitely serious. Fortunately for me, so is Kendra.

Kendra: And those two. They also know you are the slayer?
Buffy: Yep.
Kendra: Did anyone explain to you what 'secret identity' means?

Kendra: Your life is very different than mine.
Buffy: You mean the part where I occasionally have one? Yeah, I guess it is.
Kendra: The things you do and have... I was taught distract from my calling. Friends, school, even family.
Buffy: Even family?
Kendra: My parents, they sent me to my Watcher when I was very young.
Buffy: How young?
Kendra: I don't remember them, actually. I've seen pictures... but that's how seriously the calling is taken by my people. My mother and father gave me to my Watcher because they believed that they were doing the right thing for me. And for the world. Please, I don't feel sorry for myself, why should you?

Buffy: That guy, the sleazoid you nearly decked in the bar...
Kendra: You think he might help us?
Buffy: I think we might make him.

Willy: Honest, I don't know where Angel is!
Buffy: What about this ritual? What have you heard?
Willy: Nothing, it's all hush-hush.
Kendra: Just hit him, Buffy!
Buffy: She likes to hit.

Spike: Who the hell is this?
Buffy: It's your lucky day, Spike.
Kendra: Two slayers...
Buffy: ...no waiting.

Kendra: That's me favourite shirt. That's me only shirt!

Kendra: You talk about slaying like it's a job. It's not. It's who you are.
Buffy: Did you get that from your handbook?
Kendra: From you.
Buffy: I guess it's something I really can't fight. I'm a freak.
Kendra: Not the only freak.
Buffy: Not anymore.
Kendra: I don't hug.

Becoming I

Buffy: You know, polite people call before they jump out of the bushes and attack you.
Kendra: Just wanted to test your reflexes.
Buffy: How about testing my face punching, because I think you'll find it's improved.
Kendra: I was on my way to your house. Saw you walking. Couldn't help myself.
Buffy: Which begs the question, and don't think I'm not glad to see you, but why are you here? No, wait, lemme guess. Your Watcher informed you that 'a very dark power' is about to rise in Sunnydale.
Kendra: That's about it.

Kendra: Here. 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. Thanks.
Kendra: Watch your back.

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