"What does it take to get you to shut the hell up?!"
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"Nice work, love."
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Dru- Kill her, kill her Spike. Kill her for me?
Spike- It's done, baby.
Dru- Kill her for princess?
Spike- I'll chop her into messes.
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Buffy- but you guys weren't crazy about Angel at first, either.
Spike- You weren't gonna say that name.
Buffy- Sorry, uh.. why don't we talk about where we're going to register?
Spike- Well, where would Angel like to register? And can we have the photography Angel would've wanted, and the flowers Angel would've liked?
Buffy- Hey! You don't think I live with the shadow of Drusilla over my head? That I'm not wondering if you're going to be thinking of her on our honeymoon while you're making sweet love to me?
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"Comfy? I'm chained to a bathtub drinking pig's blood from a novelty mug. Doesn't rate huge in Zaget's guide."
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"Hang on. Let a fella get organized."
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Your 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 til it make you quiver, but you'll never be friends. Love isn't brains, children, it's blood, blood screamin' inside you to works it's will. I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm name enough to admit it.
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"Oh Pacey, you blind idiot... can't you see she doesn't love you?..."
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Buffy: What are you doing here? Five words or less.
Spike: Out. For. A. Walk. Bitch.
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Spike: Slayer!
Spike: Suit up, Harm.
Buffy: Stay here. We're gonna need you.
Spike: Buffy. I swear I was just thinking of you. I wanted to tell you the great news. My head's all clear now. No more bug-zapper in my noggin.
Buffy: That means I get to kill you.
Spike: You get to try.
Harmony: Oops.