"In every generation there is a chosen one... she alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the slayer."

Buffy Summers (Sarah Michelle Gellar) is the vampire slayer. Her destiny is to fight all evil. Living in Sunnydale, which happens to be on the Hellmouth, she has a lot of fighting to do.

Thankfully, she is not alone in her quest to save the world, as she has the help of her friends, who are called "The Scooby Gang".

Together, they slay vampires and demons, survive one apocalypse after another, attend high school and college... and above all, understand that growing up can truly be Hell sometimes... literally.

One of the main characters, Willow, (Alyson Hannigan) has an open gay relationship with Tara (Amber Benson). They live together in Buffy's house. You see them together in bed and kissing.

The evil trio, nerds Warren, Jonathan and Andrew, who first appear in season 6, all seem very interested in girls, but after some episodes it becomes apparent that Andrew is more interested in Warren. He is not openly gay, however.

In my humble opinion the best tv-series currently running. Many of the demons and vampires are metaphors for real life characters or situations.

In a nutshell the show is a great, funny mixture of kung fu, vampires, angst, humour and drama all in one excellent package.

Spike: We're out of weetabix.
Giles: We are out of weetabix because you ate it all. Again.
Spike: Get some more.
Giles: I thought vampires were supposed to eat blood.
Spike: Yeah, well, sometimes I like to crumble up the weetabix in the blood. Gives it a little texture.
Giles: Since the picture you just painted means that I will never touch food of any kind again, you'll just have to pick it up yourself.
Spike: Sissy.

Anya: This isn't a relationship. You don't need me. All you care about is lots of orgasms.
Xander: Okay, remember how we talked about private conversations? How they're less private when they're in front of my friends?
Spike: Oh, we're not your friends. Go on.
Giles: Please don't.
[pause]
Giles: I need you to take Spike for a few days.
Xander: What?
Spike: What?
Anya: What?
Spike: I'm not stayin' with him.
Giles: I have a friend who's coming to town, and I'd like us to be alone.
Anya: Oh, you mean an orgasm friend?
Giles: Yes, that's exactly the most appalling thing you could have said.
[pause]
Spike: I'm not having these two shag while I'm tied to a chair three feet away.
Xander: That's not exactly one of my fantasies, either.

Spike: I look like a plumber to you?
Xander: No. You look like a big mooch who doesn't lift a finger around here. But I have to get to work.
Spike: Yeah, delivering melted cheese on bread. Doing your part to keep America constipated.

Willow: Tara, it's not like I don't want my friends to know you. It's just... well, Buffy's like my best friend, and she's really special. And there's this whole bunch of us, and we sort of have this group thing that revolves around the slaying. And- and I really want you to meet them. But I just kinda like having something that's just, you know, mine. And I usually don't use so many words to say stuff that little, but do you get it at all?

Tara: I am, you know.
Willow: What?
Tara: Yours.

Xander: Somehow, I don't think a girl that looks like that is gonna be lonely for too long.
Willow: Definitely not! [Tara looks at her suspiciously] Oh, not me.

Willow: Santa always passes me by. Something puts him off... could be the big honk menorah.

Xander: Okay, this is really starting to grate my cheese. These woods aren't that big. Now, I know we've been going straight because I've been following the North star.
Willow: Xander, that's not the North star. It's an airplane.
Xander: No, that's not an airplane. That's definitely... a blimp. But I can see how one would make that airplane mistake.

Willow: The sun is shining, there are songs going on, those guys are checking you out...
Tara: What? What are they looking at?
Willow: The hotness of you, doofus!
Tara: Those boys really thought I was hot?
Willow: Entirely!
Tara: Oh, my god. I'm cured! I want the boys!
Willow: Do I have to fight to keep you? 'Cause I'm not large with the butch.

[Amy talks to Willow who just turned her back into her human self after being a rat for a couple of years]
Amy: Just, you know... Everything feels weird. I mean, it's like... I felt I was in that cage for WEEKS. But it can still be okay, right? I can still get into the swing of things. Like, prom's coming up. I was so hoping Larry would ask me. We would make such a splash at... Oh, Oh, god. He hasn't asked someone else, has he?
Willow: Uh, Amy. Three things we need to talk about:
1- Larry's gay.
2- Larry's dead.
And 3- high school's kinda over.

Buffy: So you three have, what, banded together to be pains in my ass?
Warren: We're your arch-nemesises... nemeses.

Buffy: Where are you going?
Dawn: Sleeping over at Janice's.
Buffy: And I'm falling for that again because of the surprise lobotomy?

Buffy: They were supposed to be my light at the end of the tunnel. I guess they were a train.

Xander: You're not the only one with powers, you know. You may be a hopped-up uber-witch, but this carpenter can dry-wall you into the next century.

Buffy: We missed the bed again.
Spike: Lucky for the bed.
Buffy: Is this a new rug.
Spike: Um, no. Just looks different when you're under it.

Willow: Did you see how much they drank?
Buffy: Kinda. Mr. Harris threw up in my purse.

Warren: Is that...?
Jonathan: Spike?
Andrew: He is so cool. And, I mean, the girl's hot, too.

Andrew: How could he do this to me? He promised we'd be together, but he was just using me. He never really loved... hanging out with us.

Buffy: Okay, so I battle evil. But I don't really win. The bad keeps coming back, and getting stronger. I'm like that kid in the story, the boy that stuck his finger in the duck.
Angel: Dyke
[Buffy looks at him anoyed]
[pause]
Angel: It's another word for dam.
Buffy: Oh. Okay, that story makes a lot more sense now.

Faith: Willow's not driving stick anymore. Who would have thought?

Buffy: Okay, I'm all with the whoo-hoo, here, and you're not.
Willow: No, there's 'whoo', and 'hoo'. But there's 'uh-oh' and 'why now?' And it's complicated.
Buffy: Why complicated?
Willow: It's complicated... because of Tara.
Buffy: You mean Tara has a crush on Oz? No, you... Oh! Oh.

Spike: The thing about the Slayer is, she is a whiney little thing, but when it comes to the fighting, she does have a slight tendency to win.

Buffy: Running your car into a tree is an accident. Running your fist into somebody's face is a plan.

Buffy: Judgemental? If I was any more open-minded about the choices you two make, my whole brain would fall out.

Willow: Xand, what if somebody has a secret, and that somebody promised somebody else that they wouldn't tell anyone...?
Xander: News flash, Will, everybody knows.
Willow: No, this isn't about me and Tara.
Xander: Oh, well. Not that I wouldn't be all ears if you wanted to tell me a secret about you two. Even if it was very, very naughty.
Willow: Sorry, this is the non-naughty variety.

Buffy: So let me get this straight. You're... Dracula, the guy, the Count?
Dracula: I am.
Buffy: And you're sure this isn't just some fanboy thing? 'Cause I've fought more than a couple pimply, overweight vamps that called themselves Lestat.

Dawn: No one has an older sister who's a Slayer. People wouldn't be so crazy about her if they had to live in the same house with her every single day. Everybody cares what she thinks, just 'cause she can do backflips and stuff. Like that's such a crucial job skill in the real world!

Tara: How'd you do that with the light? It was huge.
Willow: Oh, you know, you taught me.
Tara: I taught you a teeny tinkerbell light.
Willow: Okay, so I tinkered with the tinkerbell.

Xander: Spike's sex-bot. Why didn't they just melt it down into scrap?
Anya: Maybe Willow wanted it.
Xander: I don't think Willow feels that way about Buffy... I mean, I know she's going through a lot of changes...
Anya: To study.
Xander: Right. Robotics. Science.
Anya: Pervert.
Xander: Other pervert.

Jonathan: The way I see it, life is like an interstellar journey. Some people go into hyper-sleep and travel sub-light speeds. Only to get where they're going, after years of struggle, toil, and hard, hard work. We, on the other hand....
Andrew: Blast through the space-time continuum in a wormhole?
Jonathan: Gentlemen! Crime is *our* wormhole!
Andrew: But everyone knows that if the width of a wormhole cavity is a whole number of wavelengths, plus a fraction of that wavelength, the coinciding particle activity collapses the infrastructure....
Warren: Dude! Don't be a geek!

Spike: Can we talk?
Buffy: Vocal cord-wise, yes. With each other, no.

Willow: How you doin', Dawn?
Dawn: I'm okay. It's scary, but weirdly, kinda familiar.
Willow: I know what you mean.
Dawn: How are you?
Willow: A little confused. I mean, I'm all sweaty, and trapped, no memory, hiding in a pipe from a vampire... and I think I'm kinda gay.

Warren: We're kinda in the middle of something.
Spike: Oh, you can play holodeck another time.

Spike: I'm done being your whipping boy.

Buffy: You're bent.
Spike: Yeah, and it made you scream, didn't it?

Andrew: We can be a duo, you and me. You can even be the leader. I swear, I'll take orders. I like taking orders. Just tell me what to do.
Jonathan: You want an order? Grow up!

Willow: Magic wasn't all great. I won't miss the nosebleeds and the headaches and stuff.
Buffy: There you go.
Willow: Or keeping stinky yak cheese in my bra. Don't ask.

Anya: You're lesbians, so the hating of men will come in handy - let's talk about Xander.
Andrew: Warren's the boss. He's Picard, you're Deanna Troi. Get used to the feeling, Betazoid.
Jonathan: That guy's been looking at me. I think he wants to make me his butt-monkey.

Buffy: The only thing that's different is that I'm disgusted with myself. That's the power of your charms. Last night was the most perverse, degrading experience of my life.
Spike: Yeah. Me, too.

Video

DVD