Quotes taken from buffyguide, the best Buffy site out there in my opinion.
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Spike: If every vampire who said he was at the crucifixion was actually there, it would have been like Woodstock. I was actually at Woodstock. That was a weird gig. I fed off a flowerperson, and I spent the next six hours watchin’ my hand move.
Spike: No, I think it’s just enough kill.
Drusilla: I’m naming all the stars.
Spike: You can’t see the stars, love. That’s the ceiling. Also, it’s day.
Spike: Now, I know you haven’t been in the game for a while, mate, but we still do kill people. Sort of our raison d’etre, you know.
Spike: Why don’t you rip her lungs out? It might make an impression
Spike: It doesn’t have to. What rhymes with lungs?
Spike: Are you insane?! We’re supposed to kill the bitch, not leave gag gifts in the friends’ beds.
Drusilla: But, Spike, the bad teacher was going to restore Angel’s soul.
Spike: It’s a big rock. I can’t wait to tell my friends. They don’t have a rock this big.
Spike: Mmm. The demon wakes up, and wackiness ensues.
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. Goodbye, Piccadilly. Farewell, Leicester Bloody Square. You know what I’m saying?
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: Yeah. You’re not invited.
Spike: I used to bring her rats. With the morning paper.
Spike: You’re not friends. You’ll never be friends. You’ll be in love till it kills you both. You’ll fight, and you’ll shag, and you’ll hate each other till it makes you quiver, but you’ll never be friends. Love isn’t brains, children, it’s blood…blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love’s bitch, but at least I’m man enough to admit it.
Spike: I’m really glad I came here, you know? I’ve been all wrongheaded about this. Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else. I want Dru back, I’ve just gotta be the man I was, the man she loved. I’m gonna do what I shoulda done in the first place: I’ll find her, wherever she is, tie her up, torture her until she likes me again.
Spike: I love syphilis more than you.
Spike: So, you let Parker take a poke, eh? Didn’t seem like you knew each other that well. What exactly did it take to pry apart the Slayer’s dimpled knees.
Spike (about Buffy): I always worried what would happen when that bitch got some funding.
Spike (on his implant): I’m saying that Spike had a little trip to the vet, and now he doesn’t chase the other puppies anymore.
Spike: This is the crack team that foils my every plan? I am deeply shamed.
Spike: Let’s see. Do I want you to give up killing my friends? Yeah, I’ve given it some thought.
Spike: Oh, we’re not your friends; go on.
Spike: My sodding sleeping chair’s bloody… sodden.
Spike: Stuck in this basement washing skivvies for a blighter I wouldn’t have bothered to bite a few months ago.
Spike (on his newly regained bad-assness): That’s right! I’m back and I’m a bloody animal! Yeah!
Spike: I say we go out there and kick a little demon ass! What, can’t go without your Buffy? Is that it? Too chicken? Let’s find her! She is the Chosen One, after all. Come one, vampires, rrrr, 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: And you’re what, shocked and disappointed? I’m evil.
Spike: I’ve known corpses with a fresher smell. In fact, I’ve been one.
Spike: Well. What do I spy with my little eye? A demon. That would be oh, right… the things I can kill.
Spike: And I’m supposed to do this just out of the evilness of my heart?
Spike (to Giles): And I don’t want you crawling back here, knocking on my door, pleading for help the second teen witch’s magic goes all wonky, or little Xander cuts a new tooth.
Spike: Hey! What am I, a bleeding broken record? I’m bad! It’s just… I can’t bite anymore, thanks to you wankers.
Will
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