Tuesday, December 1, 2009

"Never Kill a Boy on the First Date" (1.5)

-Buffy totally has a type when it comes to human boys. She either likes them big and blond (Owen and Riley) or dark and douchey (Ford and Parker).

-Here comes the Annoying One. Maybe we'll get lucky and he'll die in the bus crash and his head will pop off and they won't be able to turn him! No, no such luck.

-Hey, Buff, I'm pretty sure that's a shirt, not a dress.

-Buffy has a beeper. The only people who ever really needed a beeper: doctors, drug dealers, and the Slayer.

-Owen in the (Summers) house! And with him comes Xander's first chance to be an over-protective asshat. Too harsh? Yeah, probably. But sometimes Xander is a little... overly invested in Buffy's love life on more than one occassion, and frankly, it kind of pisses me off.

-Cordy spends an awful lot of time chasing after Buffy's sloppy seconds.

-Oh, Giles. Why did you put away the large, highly-effective cross as soon as you got inside the funeral home/mausoleum place?! You're not safe just because there's a closed, unlocked door between you and them. They're vampires, not dogs. They both have opposable thumbs and know how to use them.

-Whoa! Now Buffy's doing high kicks and cartwheels in the not-a-dress dress. On second thought, she probably does have a lot of spankies left over from her cheerleading days. I'll allow it.

-Owen's going to walk home?! Sure, it's probably just a mild concussion. Walk it off, sport.

-The big, blond ones meet the vampires and they're never quite the same, are they?

-Giles and Buffy have their first father-daughter talk. Watch out, Giles. Those kinds of paternal feelings could get a guy fired. They're talking about sacrifice. Oh, man. She hears you, Giles. Even when seems like she's not listening or she doesn't really get it, I promise you that she is listening and she does get it. She really, really does.

-Hey, Annoying One! I've got a prophecy for you. Watch out for punk vamps and low-hanging cages. There. Don't say I never gave you anything.

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