Dawn: I feel safe with you Spike: Take that back! Buffy: What, you want me to stop working? Spike: Let's see... do I want you to give up killing my friends? Yeah, I've given it some thought. Drusilla: I'm naming all the stars Spike: You can't see the stars love; that's the ceiling. Also, it's day. Xander: That's my radio! Spike: And you're what, shocked and disappointed? I'm evil.
Spike: "Angel's dull as a tablelamp" Spike: "Some-one was-n't wor-thy" Spike: "Can't any one of your damn little Scoobie club at least try to remember that I hate you all?!?"
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: "I want Dru back; I've just gotta be the man I was, the man she loved. I'm gonna do what I should've done in the first place: I'll find her wherever she is, tie her up, torture her until she likes me again" Joyce: Have we met?
Spike: You hit me with an axe one time. Remember, get the hell away from my daughter? Drusilla: At the museum, a tomb with a surprise inside. Angel: You can see all that in your head? Spike: No, you ninny. She read it in the morning paper.
Spike: If you ask me, I find myself preferring the Buffy whipped Angelus. This new and improved one is not playing with a full sack. I like a good slaughter as much as the next block. But his pranks will only leave us with one incredibly brassed off slayer.
Spike: There's no deal without Dru. Buffy: She killed Kendra. Spike: Dru bagged a slayer? She didn't tell me. Good for her. But not from your perspective, I suppose.
Spike: You were my sire, man. You were my...Yoda. Angel: Things change. Spike: Not us, not demons. Man, I can't believe this. You Uncle Tom.
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: You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love 'til it kills you both. You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other 'til it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends. Real love isn't brains, children. It's blood. It's 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 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 Rebellior
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: Help me out here, Spock, I don't speak loser.
Spike: Do I have anyone on watch here?! It's called security, people. Are you all asleep? Or did we finally find a restaurant that delivers? Spike: I know I'm not the first choice for heroics. And Buffy's tried to kill me more than once. And I don't fancy a single one of you at all but...actually all that sounds pretty convincing.
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. Stopped and smelled the corpses.
Spike: Right about the time you became so pig-headed. You have your way with him, you'll never get to destroy the world. And I don't fancy spending the next month trying to get librarian out of the carpet. There are other ways.
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? 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!