Xander: "Okay, okay, I'm coming. I'm up. It's 4:30 in the morning. Sweet mamalooshin."

Buffy: "Spike. Xander, is he here?"
Xander: "No, he's out. At least he was when I got home."
Buffy: "Any idea where he went?"
Xander: "I don't know. Creature of the night, Buff. He's probably out creaturing."

Xander: "Is he in trouble?"
Buffy: "I hope not."

Dawn: "She was right here and... and then she wasn't. She--"
Willow: "It wasn't her."
Dawn: "What?"
Willow: "At least, I don't think. I saw something too and it looked like... someone else but it wasn't."
Dawn: "I don't understand."
Willow: "It's the Big Bad, Dawn. The one we knew was coming."
Dawn: "But that's what she said. Mom. She said that things were coming, that things were on their way and that she loves us. So it had to be her, right? I mean, her warning was true?"
Willow: "I don't know. I just don't think we can trust anything right now."

Xander: "Why would a vampire lie about who sired him? What's that? Some kind of status symbol for the undead? My sire can beat up your sire?"

Buffy: "I not saying I don't believe him."
Xander: "You just don't want to."

Buffy: "You think it's an act?"
Xander: "I don't really know. And neither do you."
Buffy: "No, there's something. I can feel it. He's different. He's changed. And if it is an act, then the Oscar goes to..."
Spike: "Well, this can't be good."

Spike: "Right. None of my business. No worries."
Buffy: "Spike, I... how was your night?"
Spike: "Was all right. And yours? Did you bag any baddies?"

Xander: "You see that? See how he reacted when you mentioned Webs? Cool as Cool Whip. What's up with that?"

Xander: "Whoa, whoa, whoa. When you say 'we' you mean me. And me's gotta got to work."

Xander: "Come on, Anya. You said you'd do it on the phone."
Anya: "Yeah, but that... That was before you told me Spike's killing again and now you want me to be alone with him?"
Xander: "You didn't mind being alone with him before."
Anya: "What was that?"

Anya: "Okay, have you searched his room for clues? Trophies from victims? Killers like to keep trophies sometimes. Scalps, necklaces made from human teeth."
Xander: "You know, it didn't occur to me to look but thanks for the tip."

Anya: "That's it? You're not at least going to like leave me a crossbow or a flame thrower? Something to protect myself?"

Xander: "You're going to be fine."
Anya: "Better be, because if I get vamped, I'm going to bite your ass."
Xander: "Wouldn't be the first time."
Anya: "What was that?"

Buffy: "What the hell happened? Downstairs looks like..."
Willow: "Hell happened? Yeah? This big evil that keeps promising to devour us... well I think it's started chomping."
Buffy: "Oh, god. And it started with Dawn?"
Willow: "Both of us. Buffy, this thing knows us. It made us think that we were talking to people we knew. Mine said it came with a message from Tara. But Dawn actually saw... your mother. This thing, it had me for a while. I mean, before it started letting loose with the pulse-pounding terror. But before that, the lies were very convincing. It just seems real."
Buffy: "Lies."
Willow: "I mean, maybe... maybe to confuse us, to mess us up. Or maybe just to be cruel."

Spike: "Anya, do be specific and tell a fellow just exactly what you're doing here."
Anya: "Well, Spike... I'm here, obviously... for... sex."
Spike: "Beg pardon?"
Anya: "You and me. Here and now. Let's go. Let's... get it on, you big bad boy."
Spike: "Wait, wait, Anya. Just a minute. This is not exactly... is that a stake?"
Anya: "Yes. Kinky."

Anya: "Shh. No questions. No talking. I can't help it. I can't stop thinking about you and us and our brief but unforgettable time together. I mean, it's... why else would I be here? I mean, it's not like I'm snooping around looking for proof that you're some sort of wacked-out serial killer... I don't know why I said that. Forget I said that.It's craziness talking. It's just nerves. Nerves. Nerves and horniness. Oh just shup up, William, and take me. Take me now."

Anya: "You think I'm fat."
Spike: "What?"
Anya: "Well, it's either that or the haircut."
Spike: "Ridiculous. The do's quite fetching."
Anya: "Oh, right. Now you like the haircut."

Anya: "You know, you were a lot more fun when you didn't have a soul."
Spike: "Oh, come on. Now, I've just explained to you-"
Anya: "All I'm saying is soulless Spike would have had me upside down and halfway to Happy Land by now."
Spike: "I need my pants... Didn't mean to hurt your feelings, luv."
Anya: "Who's hurt? I'm fine."

Linda: "So what kind of name is Spike?... What... are you gonna make me guess? All right. I'll guess you're a little bit bad, huh?"

Buffy/First: "You know you want it. You know I want you to."
Linda: "Is everything-"
Buffy/First: "There's my guy."

Buffy/First: "Now doesn't that feel better?"
Spike/First: "How could you use a poor maiden so?"

Spike: "No, not the chip! Not the chip, damn it. You honestly think I'd go to the end of the underworld and back to get my soul, and then... Buffy, I can barely live with what I did. It haunts me. All of it. If you think that I would add to the body count now, you are crazy."
Buffy: "So what? You just stroll the Promenade looking for drunk co-eds because you're hungry for conversation?"

Spike: "You're jealous!"
Buffy: "Don't play games. Not now."
Spike: "Yeah, you saw me chatting up another bird, giving the eye to someone else. Struck a nerve, didn't it?"
Buffy: "Don't flatter yourself."
Spike: "It burns, huh? But you can't admit it..."

Spike: "Yeah, I talk to people. Women. Talk to them cause I can't talk to you."
Buffy: "Oh, Spike, save it."
Spike: "As daft a notion as Soulful Spike the Killer is, it is nothing compared to the idea that another girl could mean anything to me. This chip, they did to me. I couldn't help it. But the soul I got on my own... for you."
Buffy: "I know."
Spike: "So yeah. I go and pass the time with someone. But that's all it is is time because... god, help me, Buffy, it's still all about you."

Spike: "We talked. That's all I remember."
Buffy: "All you remember?"
Spike: "I don't know. I go out. I talk to people or I don't. It's boring. It all bleeds together."
Buffy: "Well, if you seem to forget that much, then..."
Spike: "Not that. The taste of human blood. That I'd remember."
Buffy: "You were camped out on the Hellmouth talking to invisible people. Recently. How can you be so sure of-"
Spike: "No! You are wrong. You've got an accusation from a pile of dust and not a shred of proof."

Buffy: "Okay, guys, find me some evidence that he did this."
Anya: "Really? Are you sure that's what you want?"
Buffy: "Find me the proof that he didn't."

Willow: "Well, just because those weren't the spirits of, you know, our people... just because it was some evil thing, doesn't mean what they said can't be true."
Anya: "I used to tell the truth all the time when I was evil."

Charoltte: "The way you're scanning that crowd... you look like you're out for blood."

Charlotte: "What's with the wallflower act? You didn't seem so shy when you were biting me. I'm not asking if you want to be soul mates, just figured you'd want to have some fun."

Charlotte: "Is that all I was to you... a one-bite stand?"

Buffy: "I'm looking for this guy. Bleached-blonde hair, leather jacket, British accent? Kind of sallow but in a hot way?"
Bouncer: "Yeah, yeah, I know the guy. Billy Idol wannabe?"
Buffy: "Actually, Billy Idol stole his look from... Never mind."

Aimee Mann: "Man, I hate playing vampire towns."

Spike/First: "You shouldn't have done that. It's not time yet. Not nearly. You're going against the plan... but we can make it work."

Spike: "Down here... You won't come down? I understand. It's a risky propostion."
Spike/First: "There's an order. The Slayer's not in order. But it can't hurt to play. Get your claws in the mouse, you know?"
Spike: "You are not here."

Buffy: "Spike, why?"
Spike: Well, I don't know, do I? I don't even know how. Shouldn't be able..."

Spike/First: "Early one moring, just as the sun was rising,/ I heard the fair maid sing in the valley down below./ Oh, don't deceive me. Oh, never leave me./ How could you use a poor maid so?"

Spike/First: "You know what I want you to do. They're waiting for you. Take her, taste her, make her weak."
Buffy: "Spike, no!"
Spike: "I remember."

Buffy: "Sorry, ma'am, but it's my job."

Spike: "Do it fast, okay? He said you'd do it."
Buffy: "Who said?"
Spike: "Me. It was me. I saw it. I was here the whole time, talking and singing. There was a song."
Buffy: "What are you talking about?"
Spike: "I don't know. Please, I don't remember. Don't make me remember... Make it so I forget again! I did what you wanted!"
Buffy: "There's something here."
Spike: "Oh, god, no, please. I need that. I can't cry this soul out of me. It won't come. I killed and I can feel them. I can feel every one of them."
Buffy: "There's something playing with us. All of us."

Spike: "What is it? Why is it doing this to me?"
Buffy: "I don't know."
Spike: "Will you... help me? Can you help me?"
Buffy: "I'll help you."

Buffy: "You didn't see him down there. He really didn't know what he'd done. It wasn't in his control."
Anya: "Oh, an out of control serial killer. You're right. That is a great house guest."

Buffy: "Look, there's something evil working us and if we're going to have a chance to fight it, we need to learn everything we can about it. This thing has been closer to Spike than any of us."
Willow: "And if you want to understand it..."
Buffy: "I'm going to have to get close to Spike."

Robson: "Gather them. It's started."
Giles: "It's all right. I understand. I'll take care of it-"

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