Never Leave Me
Dawn: "So the basement was filled with bodies?"
Willow: "Apparently."
Dawn: "And Spike could've sired countless others and buried them around town? And we're waiting for him to do what, exactly? Do something crazy?"
Willow: "It's not that simple."
Anya: "Shouldn't we stab him through the chest?. Isn't that what we do when these things happen?"
Anya: "Well, Xander, you know what we're all talking about. I mean, you've always been part of the 'Spike is evil' faction."
Xander: "I've got a house to put back together."
Anya: "Fine. You guys keep your heads in the sand but I think we should prepare ourselves for the possibility that William the Bloody is back."
Andrew: "I have to do work right now? Can't I just walk around for a while in my coat?"
Andrew: "Cool."
Warren: "Pretty bitchin, right? I'm like Obi-Wan?"
Andrew: "Or Patrick Swayze."
Andrew: "I didn't want to kill you. Warren made me."
Jonathan: "Hey, I'm glad he did. This is the best thing that's ever happened to me."
Andrew: "It didn't hurt too much? I'm not very good at stabbing."
Jonathan: "You know, it wasn't that bad. It was like a sharp pain, then a burning, then a general queasiness. It was kinda like when I used to get ulcers in high school, only at the end I became one with light and hope."
Jonathan: "Hey, this isn't your fault, okay? It's my fault the ritual didn't work. I screwed up. I'm little. I don't have as much blood as other people. And I probably should've told someone I was anemic. Don't worry. We're going fix it. You gotta trust us. We know what we're doing."
Spike: "Don't... make it tighter. The knots will give. I get free, someone's gonna die."
Wood: "Listen, this whole permanent record thing is such a myth anyway. Colleges never ask for anything past your SAT scores and it's not like employers are going to be calling up to check to see how many days you missed back in high school."
Dawn: "I just wanted to tell you that Buffy won't be coming in today. She's really sick."
Wood: "Oh no."
Dawn: "Yeah, last night she was vomiting and then this morning she was vomiting some more and then just when we thought she was done, she was vomiting again."
Wood: "Yeah, we've got that stomach flu going around."
Dawn: "Her exact words were, 'I've got stuff coming out both ends'."
Wood: "Thank you. That's very helpful."
Quentin: "The girl knows nothing."
Buffy: "He's been feasting on humans for weeks. He's having some pretty bad withdrawals. I think we need to get him some blood."
Willow: "Do you want me to kill Anya?"
Buffy: "No, we should probably try to ween him off humans."
Willow: "I have to get out of this house. Xander's installing the new windows and he keeps giving lectures on proper tool maintenance. Tool talk - not my thing."
Willow: "How're you doing in there?"
Buffy: "He's in pretty bad shape, past the point where he can tell me anything."
Willow: "I wasn't asking about him."
Buffy: "I'll be okay."
Warren: "She won't feel a thing. Just do it. Cut her deep, cut her quick. It'll be over before she knows what hit her."
Andrew: "What if she squeals?"
Warren: "That's the worst attempted pig slaughtering I've ever seen."
Willow: "Wait a minute!"
Andrew: "Don't kill me!"
Willow: "I'm not gonna kill you."
Andrew: "Don't torture me and send me to an eternal pain dimension."
Willow: "I'm not going to."
Andrew: "I'm not bad. I'm not bad anymore. I'm good. I do good things now."
Willow: "Then why do you need lots and lots of blood?"
Andrew: "I am bad. I'm bad, I'm evil, but I'm protected by powerful forces. Forces you can't even begin to imagine, little girl. If you harm me, you shall know the wrath of He That is Darkness and Terror. Your blood will boil and you will know true suffering. Stand down, she-witch. Your defeat is at hand-"
Willow: "Shut your mouth. I am a she-witch, a very powerful she-witch- or witch, as is more accurate. I'm not to be triffled with."
Andrew: "But I-"
Willow: "I'm talking. Don't interrupt me, insignificant man. I am Willow. I am Death. If you dare defy me, I will call down my fury, exact fresh vengeance and make your worst fears come true. Okay?"
Willow: "Look who I found."
Xander: "Oh, this can't be good."
Andrew: "Hey, your hair's not even black anymore."
Andrew: "You'll get nothing out of me, carpenter."
Andrew: "Ow. You're barking up the wrong asparagus, man. I don't know anything."
Xander: "Why were you buying blood at the butcher's shop?"
Andrew: "I fell in love with a beautiful vampire girl down in Mexico. Now we're trying to make a go of it on the straight and narrow and put our lives back together here in Sunnydale."
Anya: "You think this is a game, junior?"
Anya: "Did you that? I actually made him cry."
Anya: "I wasn't sure if I should slap him but then he made me want to slap him so I though, okay, slap him."
Xander: "He'll be singing in no time."
Anya: "The weasel wants to sing. He just needs a tune."
Xander: "He's primed. I'll be pumping him in no time... He'll give us information soon."
Spike: "I've been losing time for a while now, waking up in strange places."
Buffy: "When did your chip stop working?"
Spike: "I wasn't aware that it had, you know. Not til now."
Buffy: "And the losing time? How long has that been going on?"
Spike: "Oh, things have been wonky since I got back, ever since-"
Buffy: "You got your soul."
Spike: "Figured that's what it was like, it'd been so long since I had one."
Buffy: "How did you do it? How'd you get your soul back?"
Spike: "Saw a man about a girl. I went to seek a legend out. Traveled to the other side of the world, made a deal with a demon."
Spike: "There was a price. There were trials, torture, pain and suffering... of sorts."
Buffy: "Of sorts?"
Spike: "Well, it's all relative, isn't it?"
Buffy: "Meaning?"
Spike: "Meaning I have come to redefine the words pain and suffering since I fell in love with you."
Buffy: "How can you say that?"
Spike: "Apparently, I just slaughtered half of Sunnydale, pet. I'm not really worried about being polite anymore."
Buffy: " So that's what this is about? You feeling sorry for yourself, Spike?"
Spike: "I'm feeling honest with myself. You used me."
Spike: "A soul's not all about moonbeams and pennywhistles, luv. It's about self-loathing. I get it. Had to travel round the world but I understand you now. I understand the violence inside."
Buffy: "Violence? William the Bloody now has insight into violence?"
Spike: "Not the same. As bad as I was, as evil and as wretched as I was, I never truly hated myself back then. Not like I do now."
Andrew: "That chick's psycho."
Xander: "She's killed more men than smallpox."
Andrew: "Does smallpox still kill people?"
Xander: "She's killed a lot of men. She tortures them."
Xander: "Well, there was this one guy. He hurt her real bad so she paid him back. She killed him but she did it real slow. See, first she stopped his heart, then she replaced it with darkness, then she made him live his life like that. But he still had to go do his job and see his friends and wake up in the morning and go to bed at night but he had to do it all empty. Without anything to look forward to. Ever."
Andrew: "Sounds bad."
Xander: "Well, then she tore out his intestines and rubbed them in his face and took pictures of it."
Andrew: "Oh, god..."
Andrew: "I didn't do anything."
Anya: "YOU LYING SON OF A BITCH! You're going to tell us what we need to know and you're going to tell us right now!"
Anya: "Come here, you pipsqueak!"
Buffy: "Everything okay?"
Anya: "Fine."
Buffy: "Okay."
Spike: "What do I do, job half - done? Never send a boy to do a man's job. Oh don't deceive me, Oh never leave me."
Buffy: "I heard you through the door. Who were you talking to?"
Spike: "Nobody. I was just... keeping myself company."
Anya: "Now you can talk or I can keep hitting you. Believe me, I'd love to keep hitting you."
Dawn: "How is what's-his-name?"
Xander: "He's got a good chunk taken out of his neck but he'll be all right. Had to tie him up again but mainly just to keep him from scratching at his bandages. What the hell happened up there?"
Buffy: "He was talking to someone. I heard through the door, he was having this conversation. And then he started singing."
Anya: "Maybe it's another musical... A much crappier musical."
Xander: "Trigger."
Anya: "The horse?"
Buffy: "Spike said he's been seeing things since I found him in the basement."
Willow: "So he gets his soul back, he starts seeing spooky things, and he goes extra-extra-crazy."
Buffy: "This trigger... how do we holster, safety or- I don't know guns- how do we make it stop?"
Xander: "Well, usually the operative completes his task and either blows his head off or steals a submarine."
Spike: "Did I hurt anybody?"
Buffy: "You took a good bite out of Andrew."
Spike: "Who?"
Buffy: "Tucker's brother."
Spike: "Oh."
Spike: "Do you have any idea what I'm capable of?"
Spike: "Have you ever really asked yourself why you can't do it? Off me? After everything I've done to you, to the people around you. It's not love. We both know that."
Buffy: "You fought by my side. You've saved lives. You've helped-"
Spike: "Don't do that. Don't rationaize this into some noble act. We both know the truth of it. You like men who hurt you."
Buffy: "No."
Spike: "You need the pain we cause you. You need the hate. You need it to do your job, to be the Slayer."
Buffy: "No. I don't hate like that. Not you or myself. Not anymore."
Buffy: "Listen to me. You're not alive because of hate or pain. You're alive because I saw you change. Because I saw your penance."
Spike: "Window dressing."
Buffy: "Be easier, wouldn't it, if it were an act? But it's not. You faced the monster inside of you and you fought back. You risked everything to be a better man."
Spike: "Buffy..."
Buffy: "And you can be. You are. You may not see it but I do. I do. I believe in you, Spike."
Buffy: "I know these guys. I've fought them before. We aren't being haunted. This isn't some demon. It's all the same thing. Spike's ghosts, the people you guys saw, from beneath us... it's all the same thing. I know what we're up against. The First."
First/Spike: "You'll have to excuse the spetacle but I've always been a bit of a sucker for the old classics. Oh, don't look at me that way. I wanted to do this more subtle-like. My Harbingers have a tendency to call attention to themselves. You're the one who couldn't hold his end of the bargain. You're the one who couldn't take care of what's-his-name. You're the one who had to make breakthroughs and learn something about himself. So now, fittingly, you're the one who gets to do the honors."
First/Buffy: "I have to admit, I'm glad it worked out this way. I was going to bleed Andrew but you look a lot better with your shirt off. To be honest, I'm getting a little tired of subtle. I think it's about time we brought some authority to our presence. Now Spike, want to see what a real vampire looks like?"