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Spike: Ahhhh, my head. I think I'm sobering up. It's horrible. Ah... God... I wish I was dead.
Spike: What's this? Sittin' around watching
the telly while there's evil still afoot? It's not very industrious of
you. I say we go out there and kick a little demon ass! What, can't go
without your Buffy, is that it? Let's find her! She is the chosen one,
after all. Come on! Vampires! Grrr! Nasty! Let's annihilate them, for
justice, and for... the safety of puppies... and Christmas, right?
Let's fight that evil! Let's kill something! Oh, come on!
Spike: It's a big rock. I can't wait to tell my friends. They don't have a rock this big.
Spike: I did a couple of slayers in my time. I
don't like to brag. Who am I kidding? I love to brag. One time, during
the Boxer Rebellion…
Spike: If every vampire who said he was at the
Crucifixion was actually there it would've been like Woodstock. I was
at Woodstock. I fed off a flower person and I spent six hours watching
my hand move.
Spike: I would, but I'm paralyzed with not caring very much.
Spike: We like to talk big... vampires do.
"I'm going to destroy the world." That's just tough-guy talk. Strutting
around with your friends over a pint of blood. The truth is, I _like_
this world. You've got...dog racing, Manchester United. And you've got
people. Billions of people walking around like Happy Meals with legs.
It's all right here. But then someone comes along with a vision. With a
real... passion for destruction. Angel could pull it off. Good-bye,
Picadilly. Farewell, Leicester-bloody-Square.
Spike: Help me out here, Spock, I don't speak loser.
Spike: You were my sire, man! You were my... Yoda.
Spike: It's paradise. Big windows, lovely gardens. It'll be perfect when we want the sunlight to kill us.
Spike: She just left. She didn't even care
enough to cut off my head or set me on fire. I mean, is that too much
to ask? You know? Some little sign that she cared?
Spike: It was that truce with Buffy that did
it. Dru said I'd gone soft. Wasn't demon enough for the likes of her.
And I told her it didn't mean anything, I was thinking of her the whole
time, but she didn't care. So, we got to Brazil, and she was... she was
just different. I gave her everything: beautiful jewels, beautiful
dresses with beautiful girls in them, but nothing made her happy. And
she would fliiirt! I caught her on a park bench, making out with a
chaos demon! Have you ever seen a chaos demon? They're all slime and
antlers. They're disgusting. She only did it to hurt me. So I said,
'I'm not putting up with this anymore.' And she said, 'Fine!' And I
said, 'Yeah, I've got an unlife, you know!' And then she said... she
said we could still be friends. God, I'm so unhappy!
Spike: Listen to me, you stupid bint. This gem
is everything. I came back to Sunnydale for it, a place which has
witnessed some truly spectacular kickings of my ass.
Spike: Isn't it a fantastic day? Birds
singin', squirrels making lots of rotten little squirrels, sun beamin'
down in a nice non-fatal way. It's very exciting. Can't wait to see if
I freckle.
Spike: Dad can drive. He's bound to have some classic midlife-crisis transport. Something red, shiny, shaped like a penis.
(Buffy: What are you doing here? Five words or less..)
Spike: Out . For . I . Walk... Bitch..
Spike: Quickly to the Angelmobil, away!
Spike: Don't I get a cookie? I stil have buffy taste in my mouth...
Spike: Oh, yeah. Okay, let me guess... you won't kill me? Wooo... the
whole crowd-pleasing threats-and-swagger routine. How stunningly
original. You know, I'm just passing through. Satisfied? You know, I
really hope so because God knows you need some satisfaction in life
besides shagging Captain Cardboard and I never really liked you anyway
and... and you have stupid hair!
Spike: On your merry way, then. You know, contrary to one's
self-involved world-view, your house happens to be directly between
parts... and other parts of this town. And I would pass by in the day
but I feel I'm outgrowing my whole "burst into flame" phase.
Spike: How can I thank you, you mysterious, black-clad hunk of a night thing?
(low voice) No need, little lady, your tears of gratitude are enough
for me. You see, I was once a badass vampire, but love and a pesky
curse defanged me. Now I'm just a big, fluffy puppy with bad teeth.
(Rachel steps closer to Angel, and Angel steps back warding her off
with his hands) No, not the hair! Never the hair! (high voice) But
there must be someway I can show my appreciation. (low voice) No,
helping those in need's my job, - and working up a load of sexual
tension, and prancing away like a magnificent poof is truly thanks
enough! (high voice) I understand. I have a nephew who is gay, so.. (low
voice) Say no more. Evil's still afoot! And I'm almost out of that
Nancy-boy hair-gel that I like so much. Quickly, to the Angel-mobile,
away!
Spike: Out . For . I . Walk... Bitch..
Buffy: "what are you doing here? Five words or less."
Spike: "Out. For. A. Walk.... Bitch."
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