Amber Benson
American actress best known for playing Tara Maclay, Willow's love interest in the TV series Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
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Spike: I had a muscle cramp. Buffy was, uh, helping.
Tara: A muscle cramp... in your pants?
Spike: What? It's a thing.
I don't think anything lives up to what you envisioned.
Anya: How 'bout you, ever play Shiver Me Timbers?
Tara: I'm not really much for the timber.
Willow: What did I have for breakfast this morning? Do you remember?
Tara: Huh?
Willow: I-I wanna say bagel, but I think that was yesterday. You had two eggs sunny side up. I remember because they were wiggling at me like little boobs.
Tara: Sassy eggs.
Willow: Questions. Great.
Tara: W-we can answer questions.
Nigel: Good. I need to know a little bit more about the Slayer, and about the both of you. Your relationship, whatever you can tell me.
Tara: O-o-our relationship?
Willow: We're friends.
Tara: Good friends.
Willow: Girlfriends, actually.
Tara: Yes, we're girlfriends.
Willow: We're in love. W-we're lovers. We're lesbian, gay-type lovers.
Nigel: I meant your relationship with the Slayer.
It was interesting to have humanoid villains that were rooted in our three-dimensional reality... or four dimensional reality, I'm not sure which!
Tara: Sweetie, you wouldn't blow off a class if your head was on fire.
Willow: Tell me a story.
Tara: Okay. Once upon a time, there was, um... a kitty. She was very little, and she was all alone, and nobody wanted her.
Willow: This is a very upsetting story.
Tara: Well, I go online sometimes, but everyone's spelling is really bad. It's depressing.
Willow: We can come by between classes. Usually I use that time to copy over my class notes with a system of different colored pens. But it's been pointed out to me that that's, you know, insane.
Tara: I said "quirky."
Willow: Don't worry, we're sure to spot Faith first. She's like this cleavagey slutbomb walking around going, "Ooh, check me out, I'm wicked cool, I'm five by five."
Tara: "Five by five?" Five what by five what?
Willow: See, that's the thing. No one knows.
I saw them in the grocery store [...] sitting benignly in their spinning racks, their technicolor faces looked like a not very girl-friendly amalgam of muscles, testosterone and pulpy, bloody flesh.
I don't think you ever die on Buffy.
Willow: Hey, clothes.
Tara: Better not get used to 'em.
I wouldn't want to forget anything, even the weird stuff and the bad stuff. It makes you who you are.
It doesn't matter who you sleep with, it's how you treat other people in this world.
Tara: No more talk of gloomy Angel, though. Only happy thoughts. Sunshine, picnic, that spell we did last night. With the oil?
I'm kissing Alyson Hannigan and I almost stuck my tongue in her mouth because we just got so into it at one point.
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