Spike: Double shot of O-Neg, keep. Make it the good stuff. I don’t want no freakin’ Orangutan.
Spike: Can’t any one of your damned little Scooby club at least try to remember that I hate you all?
Spike (to Buffy): Yeah, back off, Betty!
Spike (feeling his forehead): Oh. I was just a minute ago. Hang on, get me mad again.
Spike: You know… You take the killing for granted… And then it’s gone, and you’re like… I wish I’d appreciated it more. Stop and smell the corpses, you know?
Spike (about Xander): Oh… Who’s the puffed up manly man, all splotchy and possessive.
Spike: The door was unlocked. You might want to watch that, Rupert. Someone dangerous could get in.
Spike (startling Giles): You know, for someone who’s got “Watcher” on his résumé, you might want to cast an eye to the front door every now and again.
Spike: Uh, Willow. About so high (indicates with his hand), perky, good with math natural choice.
Spike (to Adam, about getting his chip removed): Hello? Paging Dr. Owe-me-one.
Spike: Haven’t you figured it all out yet with your enormous, squishy frontal lobes?
Spike: Well, well, you can take the boy out of the Initiative, but you can’t take the initiative out of the boy.
Spike: Tough talk cowboy, but you’re not gonna catch him napping in a crypt. No, the Count has to have his luxury estate, and his bug-eaters, and his special dirt, doesn’t he?
Spike: Oh, there’s a nice lady vampire who’s set up a tea room over by the next pile of crap. What do you think I’m doing?
Spike: And I should do what with my spare time? Sit at home knitting cunning sweater sets?
Spike: It’s blood. It’s what I do!
Spike: I will know your blood, Slayer. I will make your neck my chalice… and drink deep. (turns around and falls into an open grave) Ow!
Spike: Oh, Pacey! You blind idiot. Can’t you see she doesn’t love you?
Spike: Is that right? I must’ve missed the memo.
Spike: She follows me, you know. Tracks me down. I’m the pet project. Drive Spike around the bend. Makes every day a fresh bout of torture. You don’t understand. I can’t get rid of her. She’s everywhere. She’s haunting me, Harmony! This has got to end.
Spike: Oh, yeah, okay. Let me guess you won’t kill me? Ooh! The whole crowd-pleasing threats and swagger routine. Outstandingly 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 you have stupid hair!
Spike: There’s no demon in there. It’s just a family legend, am I right? Just a bit of spin to keep the ladies in line? You’re a piece of work. I like you.
Spike: You know there are quite a few American beers that are highly underrated. This, unfortunately, is not one of them.
Spike: What can I tell you, baby? I’ve always been bad.
Drusilla: I see you. You’re a man surrounded by fools who cannot see his strength. His vision. His glory. (William gazes at her.) That and burning baby fish swimming all round your head.
Drusilla: You walk in worlds the others can’t begin to imagine.
Spike: No, please! Don’t make it sound like something you’d flip past on the Discovery Channel. Becoming a vampire is a profound and powerful experience. I could feel this new strength coursing through me. Getting killed made me feel alive for the very first time.
Spike: Oh, I’m sorry, did I sully our good name? We’re vampires.
Spike: Lesson the first: A Slayer must always reach for her weapon. (He puts his vamp face on.) I’ve already got mine.
Drusilla: The King of Cups expects a picnic. But this is not his birthday!
Spike: Sooner or later, you’re gonna want it. And the second the second that happens, you know I’ll be there. I’ll slip in, have myself a real good day.
Spike: “Beneath me.” I’ll show her. Six bloody feet beneath me. Hasn’t got a death wish? Bitch won’t need one.
Spike: I’ve got two barrels here that’ll prove you wrong.
Drusilla (about Buffy): I can still see her, floating all around you! Laughing! Why? Why won’t you push her away?
Drusilla: I have to find my pleasures, Spike. You taste like ashes.
Will
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