| Blood Ties Dawn: "Geez! Lurk much?" Spike: "I wasn't lurking. I was standing about. It's a whole different vibe." Dawn: "Are you giving Buffy a birthday present? Oh my god. Weird. And chocolates? Lame. And the box is all bent, and, well, you know she'd never touch anything from you anyway." Spike: "Shouldn't you be tucked away in your beddy-bye? All warm and safe where nothing can eat you?" Dawn: "Is that supposed to scare me?" Spike: "Little tremble wouldn't hurt." Dawn: "Sorry, it's just... come on. I'm badder than you." Spike: "Are not!" Dawn: "Am too. You're standing in the bushes hugging a bent box of chocolates, and I'm-" Spike: "What? Sneaking out to braid hair and watch Teletubbies with your mates?" Afterlife Spike: "Dawn! Dawn! Are you there?" Dawn: "It, it's just Spike. I'm here!" Spike: "Thank God. You scared me half to death... or more to death. You - I could kill you." Dawn: "Spike." Spike: "I mean it. I could rip your head off one-handed and drink from your brain stem." Spike: Her hands." Dawn: "Um, I was gonna fix 'em. I don't know how they got like that." Spike: "I do. Clawed her way out of a coffin, that's how. Isn't that right?" Buffy: "Yeah. That's... what I had to do." Spike: "Done it myself." Buffy: "How long was I gone?" Spike: "Hundred forty-seven days yesterday. Uh... hundred forty-eight today. 'Cept today doesn't count, does it? How long was it for you... where you were?" Buffy: "Longer. Life Serial Buffy: Life is stupid. Spike: I have a dim memory of that, yeah. And I didn't figure you were here caging my whisky because life was all full of blood and peaches. Buffy: Giles is working on it. Spike: Oh good! 'Cuz Giles wields the mighty force of library books. Spike: You're not a schoolgirl. You're not a shopgirl. You're a creature of the darkness, like me. Try on my world. See how good it feels. Buffy: There are drinks in your world? Buffy: You want to play, that's fine. I am sticking to the original plan. Which one do I kill for information? Spike: Listen! These guys talk while they play. You'll get more information out of their mouths than out of gaping holes in their corpses. PokerDemon1: Ante up! Buffy: You play for *kittens*?!? Spike: Who's gonna advance me a tiny tabby... get me started? Come on, someone's got to stake me. Buffy: I'll do it! (he glares) You thought I was just gonna let that lie there? Jonathan: Where are we going? Warren: To Final Jeopardy... where Buffy's the one in jeopardy. Andrew: We're really super-villians now! Like Dr. No. Warren: Back when Bond was Connery and movies were decent. Jonathan: Who remembers Connery? I mean, Roger Moore was smooth! Warren: You're insane. You're short and you're insane. Andrew: I like Timothy Dalton. Hey! Warren: Don't make me pull over, o.k.? Once More with Feeling Spike: The sun sets, and she appears. Come to serenade me? Spike: Well, I've seen some damn funny things the last two days. 600-pound Chirago demon making like Yma Sumac - that one'll stay with you. Spike: Drink? Buffy: A world of no. Spike: You've just come to pump me for information. Buffy: What else would I want to pump you for? I really just said that, didn't I? Spike(after his whole song about how she should leave him alone): So... you're not staying, then? Tabula Rasa Giles: We'll get our memory back and it'll all be right as rain. Spike: Oh, listen to Mary Poppins. He's got his crust all stiff and upper with that nancy-boy accent. You Englishmen are always so... Bloody hell. Sodding, blimey, shagging, knickers, bullocks. Oh, god. I'm English. Giles: Welcome to the nancy-tribe. Spike: You don't suppose you and I... we're not related, are we? Anya: There is a ruggedly handsome resemblance. Giles: And you do inspire a particular feeling of familiarity and disappointment. (indicates self) Older brother? Spike: (snickers) Father. Oh god, how I must hate you. Giles: What did I do? Spike: There's always something. And what's with the trollop? Anya: Hey! Giles: Her? Spike: I saw you sleeping together. Giles: _Resting_ together. |
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