The Best Kali Rocha Quotes

Dr. Isobel "Izzie" Stevens: George is cowering behind the picket line like a little girl.
Dr. Sydney Heron: Standing up for what he believes in, that's my kind of little girl! Am I right?

Flight: Sir, we have a policy on this airline that if a bag is this large we take...
Greg: okay you know what, take you scrubby little paws *off* my bag, okay? It's not like I have a bomb in here. It's not like I wanna blow up the plane. I just want to store my bag according to your safety regulations.
Flight: Sir, sir!
Greg: Hey, hey, If you would take a second, take the little sticks out of your head, clean out your ears, and maybe you would see that I'm a person who has feelings, and all I have to do is do what I wanna do and all I want to do is hold on to my bag and not listen to you! And the only way that I would ever let go of my bag would be if you came over here right now and tried to pry it from my dead, lifeless fingers, okay? If you can get it from my kung-fu grip then you can come and have it, okay? Otherwise, step off, bitch.

Xander: An, that was Buffy. She's working late, so I might have to go-
[turns]
Xander: *Yike*!
Halfrek: I have been called, and vengeance shall I wreak. Cower, masculine one. Tremble as you face my wrath.
Anya: [entering] Xander, I'm starting to think that maybe we should do a potluck thing.
Xander: Honey.
[Anya notices Halfrek and gasps]
Xander: Hello. I am here to tear this man apart. How many pieces do you wish?
Anya: Halfrek!
Halfrek: Anyanka? Oh, my God!
[laughs]
Anya: Hi!
[hugs Halfrek]
Halfrek: Hi! How are you? How are you?
Xander: You two... You know each other?
Anya: Funny, Halfrek. I didn't summon you to kill Xander. I called to invite you to our wedding.
Halfrek: You- Oh, my- What an embarrassing mistake.

Dr. Sydney Heron: [In surgery] Anyone care to probe the wound?
Dr. Alex Karev,11153: [In unison] I do.
Dr. Alex Karev: I'd really like to try your method of "healing with love."
Dr. Sydney Heron: I like the way you think, Alex. You do the honors.

Halfrek: D'Hoffrin. The lower beings. They're all feeling the heat. Something's rising. Something older than the old ones, and everybody's tail is twitching. This is a bad time to be a good guy.

[Greg is trying to fit his large bag into the overhead bin]
Flight: I'm sorry, sir, you're gonna have to check that.
Greg: I got it.
Flight: No, I'm sorry, that bag won't fit.
Greg: No, no, I'm not - hey, I'm not checking my bag, okay?
Flight: There's no need to raise your voice, sir.
Greg: I'm not raising my voice. THIS WOULD BE RAISING MY VOICE TO YOU, okay? I don't want to check my bag, okay? And, by the way, your airline? You SUCK at checking bags, okay, because I already did that once and you lost it, and then I had everything screwed up very badly for me, okay?
Flight: Well, I can assure you that your bag will be placed safely below deck with the other luggage...
Greg: Oh, yeah? How do you know my bag will be safe below with the other luggage? Huh? Are you physically going to take my bag and put it beneath the plane? Are you going to go right now outside, with the guys with the earmuffs, and go put it in there?
Flight: No...
Greg: No? Okay, then shut your piehole and listen to me when I say that I am FINISHED with the checking-of-the-bags CONVERSATION.

Halfrek: So, um... you're marring that man with the large upper arms?
Anya: Yes.
Halfrek: Why?
Anya: Well, because I love him.
Halfrek: Hmm.
Anya: Uh, we're gonna be very happy together.
Halfrek: Hmm.
Anya: What?

Tara: I thought vengeance demons only punished men who wronged women.
Halfrek: Oh, that was Anya's little raison d'être. Most of us try to be a little more well-rounded, and actually, we prefer "justice demon." Okay? FYI.

[London, 1880 and Spike is human and told Cecily he loves her]
William: I know I'm a bad poet, but I'm a good man. And all I ask is that... Is-Is that you try to see me...
Cecily: I do see you. That's the problem. You're nothing to me, William... You're beneath me.

[St. Petersburg, 1905]
Halfrek: Yes, I'm sure this is what she had in mind.
Anya: Well, I don't know about her mind, but it was in her heart. Besides, Russia was ready to explode. All we did is just give it a little push.

Halfrek: No deaths, no eviscerations. You're not goading women into anything inventive, and you're not delivering when it is.
Anya: I don't even know...
Halfrek: That waitress downtown wished her husband was a frog. You made him French.
Anya: He's smelly. And with the little mustache, he...