Spike: Oh! I saw that. Looks like neither boy is entirely welcome. You should take him home, Slayer. Make him stay there. I've got knitting needles he can borrow.
Spike: Oh, Pacey! You blind idiot. Can't you see she doesn't love you?
Buffy: What are you doing here. Five words or less.
Spike: Out. For. A. Walk…..Bitch.
Xander: You're dealing with all of us.
Spike: 'Cept me.
Xander: 'Cept Spike.
Spike: I don't care what happens.
Spike: Taking up smoking, are you?
Harmony: I am a villain, Spike, hello!
Spike: Is it bigger than a breadbox?
Harmony: No. Four left.
Spike: So it's smaller than a breadbox?
Harmony: No. Only three.
Spike: Harmony, is it a sodding breadbox?
Buffy: Were you born this big a pain in the ass?
Spike: What can I tell you, baby? I've always been bad.
Angelus: You can't keep this up forever. If I can't teach you, maybe someday an angry crowd will. That... or the Slayer.
Spike: What's a Slayer?
Spike: "Oh, someone put a stake in me."
Xander: "You got a lot of volunteers in here."
Spike: "I just can't take all this mamby-pamby boo-hooing about the bloody Indians."
Buffy: "Uh, the preferred term--"
Spike: "You won. All right? You came in and you killed them and you took their land. That's what conquering nations do. It's what Caesar did, and he's not going around saying, 'I came, I conquered, I felt really bad about it.' The history of the world isn't people making friends. You had better weapons, and you massacred them. End of story."
Drusilla: Oh, Spike. Look at the wonderful mess you've made. That's a Slayer you've done in. Naughty... wicked... Spike.
