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Spike and Druisms...
Dru:I'll give you a seed if you sing...
Spike:The birds dead, Dru. You left it in the cage, and you didn't feed it, and now it's all dead, just like the last one. (Dru pouts) Oh, I'm sorry, baby. I'm a bad rude man. I just don't like you going out and all. You are weak. Would you like a new bird? One that's not dead.
--Lie to Me
Dru:Miss Edith speaks out of turn. She's a bad example, and will have no cakes tonight.
--School Hard
Spike:I was actually at Woodstock. That was a weird gig. I fed off a flower person, and spent the next six hours watching my hand move.
--School Hard
Dru:Do you like Daisies? I plant them but they always die. Everything I put in the ground withers and dies...
--School Hard
Dru:I'm a princess
--School Hard
Buffy: Who are you?
Spike: You'll find out on Saturday
Buffy: What happens on Saturday?
Spike: I kill you.
--School Hard
Spike:got to do me one favor. (Gives Sheila to Dru.) Eat something.
Dru: (turns Sheila to the dolls.) You see, Miss Edith? If you'd been good you could watch with the rest.
--School Hard
Buffy: Do we really need weapons for this?
Spike: I just like them. They make me feel all manly
--School Hard
Spike: I was rash, and if I had to do it all over again... (breaks out in laughter) Who am I kidding? (stands up) I would do it exactly the same, only I'd do this... (grabs Colin)
Colin: No!
Spike: ...first! (He picks up Colin and throws him into a cage, and begins to raise it into the sun.) From now on, we're gonna have a little less ritual... (stops pulling the chain) ...and a little more fun around here. (He gives one last pull on the chain, and Colin is exposed to the sunlight. His screams fade to nothing.) Lets see what's on TV.
--School Hard
Spike:This is just...neat
--Halloween
Dru: Miss Edith needs her tea...
--Halloween
Dru:Everything in my head is singing...
--Innocence
Dru:I was dreaming.
Spike:Of what, pet?
Dru:We were in Paris. You had a branding iron.
Spike: I brought you something.
Dru: And there were worms in my baguette.
--What's my Line, part 2
Dru:Do you love my insides? The parts you can't see?
Spike: Eyeballs to entrails, my sweet.
--What's my Line, part 2
Dru: Do you know what I miss? Leaches.
--What's my Line, part 2
Spike: Spike. You're that Anointed guy. I read about you. You've got Slayer problems. That's a bad piece of luck. Do you know what I find works real good with Slayers? Killing them.
--School Hard
Dru: I think sometimes that all my hair will fall out and I'll be bald.
--School Hard
Spike:(lets go of the man) I'm a veal kind of guy. You're too old to eat. (grabs his head and snaps his neck) But not to kill. I feel better.
--School Hard
Spike: Slaaayer! Here, kitty, kittyyy. I find one of your friends first, I'm gonna suck 'em dry. And use their bones to bash your head in. (kicks a door open.) Are you getting a word picture here?
--School Hard
Dru: You are my Spike, my sweet...
--School Hard
Spike: A Slayer with family and friends. That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
Dru: You'll kill her, and then we'll have a nice celebration.
Spike: Yeah, a party.
Dru: Yeah. With streamers... and songs.
Spike: How's the Annoying One?
Dru: He doesn't want to play...
--School Hard
Dru:I'm naming all the stars
Spike:You can't see the stars love. That's the ceiling. also its day.
Dru:I can see them. But I've named them all the same thing, and there's terrible confusion...
--Innocence
Dru:You don't want to kill her, do you? (pokes Miss Edith's eyes.) You want to hurt her. Just like you hurt me.
--Innocence
Dru: I brought something for you. (Carrying a dog.) Poor thing, she's lonesome. Her owner died...without a fight. Do you like her? I brought her specially for you to cheer you up, and I named her Sunshine.
--Passion
Dru: Why Angel, where have you been? The sun is almost up, and it can be so hurtful. We were worried.
Spike:No, we weren't.
--Passion
Dru: Miss Sunshine tells me you had a visitoy today. But she worries. She wants to know what you and the bad teacher talked about.
--Passion
Spike: Are you insane? We're supposed to kill the bitch, not leave gag gifts in her friends beds.
Dru: But spike, the bad teacher was going to restore angel's soul.
Spike: And what if she did. If you ask me, I find myself preferring the old buffywhipped Angelus. This new and improved version is not playing with a full sack. I love a good slaughter as much as the next bloke, but his little pranks will only leave us with one incredibly brassed off slayer.
Angelus: Don't worry, roller boy, I've got everything under control.
--Passion
Spike: It's paradise. Big windows, lovely gardens. It'll be perfect when we want the sunlight to kill us.
Angelus: If you don't like it, Spike, hit the stairs and go. Take a stand, man.
Spike: Well, our old place was just fine 'til you went and had it burned down.
Angelus: Things change, Spikey. You gotta roll with the punches. Well, actually, you pretty much got that part down, haven't you?
--I Only Have Eyes for You
Dru: Maybe I'll sleep underground. Dig myself a little burrow.
Spike: What about your pretty dress, sweet? It'll get all dirty.
Dru: Then I'll sleep naked. Like the animals do.
--I Only Have Eyes for You
Spike: You might want to let up. They say when you've drawn blood, you've exfoliated.
Angelus: What do you know about it? I'm the one who was friggin' violated. You didn't have this thing in you.
Dru: What was it? A demon?
Angelus: Love!
--I Only Have Eyes for You
Angelus: Let's get outta here. I need a real vile kill before sunup to wipe this crap out of my system.
Dru: Of course. We'll find you a nice toddler.
--I Only Have Eyes for You
Angelus: No can do, Dru. I'm sure he'd be hell on wheels, but we don't have much time. Gotta travel light. Sorry. Try to have fun without me. ( Angelus and Dru leave.)
Spike: Oh, I will. (He slowly rises from the wheelchair, fully recovered.) Sooner than you think.
--I Only Have Eyes for You
Dru: I met an old man. Didn't like him. He got stuck in my teeth. But then the Moon started whispering to me... All sorts of dreadful things.
--Becoming, part 1
Dru: At the museum. A tomb... with a surprise inside.
Angelus: You can see all that in your head?
Spike: No, you ninny. She read it in the morning paper.
--Becoming, part 1
Spike: It's a big rock. I can't wait to tell my friends. They don't have a rock this big.
--Becoming, part 1
Spike: Let me guess. Someone pulls out the sword...
Angelus: Someone worthy...
Spike: Mm. The demon wakes up, and wackiness ensues.
Dru: He will swallow the world.
--Becoming, part 1
Spike: (sing-song) Someone wasn't worthy.
--Becoming, part 1
Spike: Hello, cutie.
--Becoming, part 2
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, Picadilly. Farewell, Leicester Bloody Square. You know what I'm saying?
--Becoming, part 2
Buffy: That I'm, uh... in a band. A-a rock band with Spike here.
Spike: Right. She plays the, the triangle.
Buffy: Drums.
Spike: Drums, yeah. She's, uh, hell on the old skins, you know.
Joyce: (unconvinced) Hmm. And, uh, what do you do?
Spike: Well, I sing.
--Becoming, part 2
Joyce: Have we met?
Spike: Um... you hit me with an ax one time. Remember? Uh, 'get the hell away from my daughter.'
Joyce: Oh. So, do you, uh, live here in town?
--Becoming, part 2
Spike: Dru bagged a Slayer? She didn't tell me! (to Joyce, smiling) Hey, good for her! (gets a look from Buffy and loses the smile) Though not from your perspective, I suppose.
--Becoming, part 2
Spike: Now, now, don't let's lose our temper.
Angelus: Keep out of it, sit 'n' spin.
Spike: Look, you cut him up, you'll never get your answers.
Angelus: Since when did *you* become so levelheaded?
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.
Angelus: Enlighten me.
Spike: Hmm. Drusilla? Sweetheart? Do you want to play a game?
--Becoming, part 2
Angelus: Blood. Of course. The blood on my hands must be my own. I am the key that will open up the door. My blood. My life. Okay. Kill him.
Spike: Uh, but what if he's lying?
Angelus: Yeah. Good point. Alright, don't kill him. You know, I kinda like having you watch my back. It's kinda like old times. (They both look over at Drusilla, still kissing Giles.)
Spike: Uh, Drusilla...
Angelus: Honey...
Spike: We are finished here, ducks.
Dru: Sorry. I was in the moment.
--Becoming, part 2
Spike: I don't want to hurt you, baby. (Drusilla grabs him by the throat and shoves him into the wall. He slaps her arm aside and punches her in the face.) Doesn't mean I won't.
