Buffy: "I can't beleive I passed out. Do you think I'm a total wuss now?"
Riley: "Oh yeah. I like a girl who can play a few hard sets of tennis with a major stab wound."
Buffy: "You said it wasn't that bad."
Riley: "I said I've seen worse. There's a difference."
Buffy: "No major organs got kebabed."
Buffy: "Don't worry. Accelerated healing powers come with the Slayer package. And the boyfriend who comes complete with combat medical training? That's the Buffy Summers bonus."
Riley: "Mrs. Summers. How are you feeling?"
Joyce: "Fine. Bordering on chipper. And tomorrow, I'm planning to be obnoxious."
Riley: "Glad to hear it."
Dawn: "Did I just pull off a Slayer-related Mom cover-up thing? Come on. Who's the man?"
Buffy: "You are. A short, annoying man."
Dawn: "When do I get to patrol?"
Buffy: "Not until you're never."
Xander: "HEY! Riley! What's the... all about?"
Riley: "It means yell real loud so the vampires who don't know we're coming will have a sporting chance."
Xander: "See? Now you made him all mad and sarcastic."
Willow: "You're the one who'd oding all the yelling, Mr. Stealthy-pants."
Anya: "It's their fault."
Xander: "You know what he's like? He's like a cat. You know, a big jungle cat. How come I'm not like that? It's just so cool..."
Willow: "I think you're cool..."
Giles: "What does it say?"
Buffy: "Same as all the others. Slayer called, blah, blah, blah, scary battles, blah, blah, blah, great protector, blah, blah, bl- oops,she's dead. Where are the details?"
Giles: "This Slayer forged her own weapons."
Buffy: "Gotta love a gal with an anvil. But where are the details of the Slayer's last battle? What made that fight special? Why did she lose?"
Buffy: "I mean, I know every Slayer comes wiht an expiration mark on the package - but I want mine to be a long time from now. Like a Cheeto."
Spike: "Right. You want to learn all about how I bested the Slayers, and you want to learn fast. All right then: We fought, I won, the end, pay up."
Spike: "As I thought. Some nasty thing got a taste of you."
Buffy: "Don't get excited. I'm fine."
Spike: "Right, stuck in a dark corner with the creature you loathe, digging up past uglies. Cause you're fine."
Buffy: "Were you born this big a pain in the ass?"
Spike: "What can I tell you, baby? I've always been bad."
Female Partygoer: "Have you heard, they call him 'William the Bloody' because of his bloody awful poetry."
Male Partygoer: "It suits him. I'd rather have a railroad spike through my head than listen to that awful stuff..."
Spike: "I know I'm a bad poet. But I'm a good man. All I ask is that you try to see me..."
Cecily: "I do see you. That's the problem. You're nothing to me, William. You're beneath me."
Drusilla: "And here I wonder... What possible catastrophe came crashing down from heaven and brought this dashing stranger... to tears?"
Spike: "Nothing. I wish to be alone."
Drusilla: "You've been alone too long."
Spike: "What could you possibly know of me?"
Drusilla: "I've seen you. A man surrounded by fools who cannot see his strength. His vision. His glory. That, and burning baby fish swimming all round your head."
Spike: "Th-that's quite close enough. I've heard tales of London pickpockets. You'll not get my purse, I tell you."
Drusilla: "Don't need a purse. Your wealth lies here. And here. In the spirit and imagination. You walk in worlds the others can't begin to imagine."
Spike: "Yes... I mean, no. I mean - Mother's expecting me."
Drusilla: "I see what you want. Something glowing, and glistening. Something effulgent. Do you want it?"
Spike: "I - yes! God, yes! Ow. Ow! Ow! Ow ow ow ow OW-WOO!"
Spike: "I'm sorry, did I sully our good name? We're vampires."
Dara: "I think the boys are going to fi-ight."
Drusilla: "The King of Cups expects a picnic, but this is not his birthday."
Darla: "Good... point."
Spike: "But I never hid. Hell, I sought her out. I mean, if you're looking for fun, there's Death, there's Glory, and sod all else, right? I was young."
Buffy: "So how'd you kill her?"
Spike: "Funny you should ask. Lesson the first: a Slayer must always reach for a weapon. I've already got mine."
Spike: "Sorry, Love. I don't speak Chinese."
Spike: "It was the best night of my life. And I've had some sweet oned. What are you looking at?"
Buffy: "You got off on it."
Spike: "Well, yeah. Suppose you're telling me you don't? How many of my kind, reckon you've done?"
Buffy: "Not enough."
Spike: "And we just keep coming. But you can kill a hundred. A thousand. A thousand thousand and the armies of Hell besides. But all we need... Is for one of us, just one, sooner or later, to have the thing we all are hoping for."
Buffy: "And that would be what?"
Spike: "One. Good. Day."
Buffy: "So that it? Lesson over?"
Spike: "Not even close."
Buffy: "Give it to me. What?"
Spike: "Lesson the second: ask the right questions. You want to know how I beat em. The question isn't 'how'd I win'. The question is why'd they lose?"
Buffy: "What's the difference?"
Spike: "There's a big difference, luv."
Buffy: "How'd you kill em, Spike?"
Spike: "You're not ready to know."
Spike: "She was cunning, resourceful, and oh, did I mention? Hot. I could have danced all night with that one."
Buffy: "You think we're dancing?"
Spike: "It's all we've ever done."
Spike: "Every day you wake up, it's the same bloody question that haunts you: is today the day I die?... Death is on your heels, baby, and sooner or later it's gonna catch you... And part of you wants it... not only to stop the fear and the uncertainty, but becuase you're just a little bit in love with it... Death is your art. You make it with your hands, day after day. That final gasp. That look of peace. Part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She never wanted it. Every Slayer... has a death wish... Even you. The only reason you've lasted as long as you have is, you've got ties to the world... your mum, your brat kid sister, the Scoobies. They all tie you here but you're just putting off the inevitable... Sooner or later, you're gonna want it. And the second - the second - that happens... You know I'll be there. I'll slip in... have myself a real good day. Here endeth the lesson. I just wonder if you'll like it as much as she did."
Buffy: "What the hell are you doing?!"
Spike: "Come on. I can feel it, Slayer. You know you want to dance."
Buffy: "Say it's true. Say I do want to... It wouldn't be you, Spike. It would never be you. You're beneath me."
Harmony: "Okay, I'm trying to be supportive here, so don't drive a stake through my heart like last time, but... you can't kill Buffy. She's the Slayer. She is so gonna kick your ass."
Harmony: "Fine. But don't come crying to me when you fail. You couldn't kill her before you got the chip! You had plenty of chances."
Buffy: "What is it now?"
Spike: "What's wrong?"
Buffy: "I don't want to talk about it."
Spike: "Is there something I can do?"