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BRING ON THE NIGHT (7.10)

SPIKE: You're not Drusilla.
DRUSILLA/FIRST: (giggles) No, I'm really not.
SPIKE: She was crazier than you.

SPIKE: (whispers) Dru, luv...
DRUSILLA/FIRST:  Hmm?
SPIKE: Get bent.

DRUSILLA/FIRST: Do you know why you're alive?
SPIKE: (weakly) Never figured you for existential thought, luv. I mean, you hated Paris.

SPIKE: (scoffs) Give it up. (Drusilla/First rolls her eyes and turns away) Whatever you are, whatever you get away with, I'm out. You can't pull this puppet's strings anymore.
DRUSILLA/FIRST:  (snaps back to face Spike) And what makes you think you have a choice? What makes you think you will ever be any good at all in this world?
SPIKE: She does. Because she believes in me.
 
 

SHOWTIME (7.11)

SPIKE: She will come for me. She will come for me. She will come for me.

SPIKE: (scoffs) A knife, now, is it? (White-shirted, cut and bruised Buffy is standing before him holding a Bringer's knife in her hand.)
SPIKE: (weakly) What'll...what'll that...you—you can't hurt me. You're—you're just a bloody figment, you are. You're just...(Buffy approaches him slowly and cuts him loose of his tethers. He collapses forward and braces himself with his hand on her shoulder. When he touches her and realizes she's real, he smiles and squints, searching her face intently. She looks into his eyes, tapping an emotional connection between them.)
SPIKE: You. Oh.
 
 

"POTENTIAL" (7.12)

DEMON: Spike! Long time. Nice of you to bring snacks.
SPIKE: Touch them, and lose your privates.
VI: I didn't like him.
SPIKE: Nice job of blending in, girls.

KENNEDY: Only a vamp could live like this.
SPIKE: Some, yeah. As a group, we're not known for our tasteful decor, but in all fairness to the race, (looks around) this place is seriously lacking in style.

MOLLY: (to Spike) Where'd you live?
SPIKE: What, you mean before? (Molly nods) A crypt actually, but nicer. A bit more—I don't know if posh is the right word, but it was more like—
BUFFY: Comfy.

SPIKE: (to Buffy) Work, work, work. This little excursion was just in danger of being interesting.
 

"THE KILLER IN ME" (7.13)

BUFFY: Giles is off ...on the retreat.
SPIKE: Give us all a chance for a breather, eh?
BUFFY: From Giles?
SPIKE: From the constant pitter patter of clomping teenage girly feet.

SPIKE: (leans forward) It's like a bloody war-zone up there, and not in a good way.

SPIKE: (looks at his chains) This is better. Believe me, it's safer.
BUFFY: OK. But you've been fine. In close contact with the girls.
SPIKE: (looks at Buffy) With you by my side, yeah. You won't let me hurt one of them. And that's the way it's gonna be until we're sure the First is done making me its bitch. Either we're together, or I'm on the leash.

SPIKE: (leans forward, looking at her earnestly) Buffy...
BUFFY: What?
SPIKE: Ow.

SPIKE: Popped another blood vessel, I think. (Buffy hands him a towel; he wipes blood from his nose)
BUFFY: There's gotta be a reason why the chip is going all wonky. Maybe it's related to the trigger or maybe it has something to do with the new soul.
SPIKE: Or maybe I wasn't meant to last this long. (beat) One more thing you and I have in common, eh, pet?
BUFFY: Well, we'll fix it. We'll hit serious research mode—
SPIKE: Good. Try Behavioral Modification Software Throughout the Ages.
BUFFY: (sighs) OK. You're right. Not a book thing. It's a phone thing.
SPIKE: Who you gonna call? (Buffy looks at him funny) God, that phrase is never gonna be useable again, is it?

SPIKE: ...Every time I'd get a little...rambunctious, the chip'd kick in. I feel like my head was gonna explode. They'd dope me up, and everything would be all daffodils and teddy bears. For a couple of hours anyway.
 
 

"FIRST DATE" (7.14)

(From out of nowhere, someone attacks Giles, knocking him to the ground. It's Spike.)
BUFFY: (worried) Spike!
GILES AND SPIKE: (simultaneously) Hey! You're not in pain./Hey! You're not the First.
GILES: What?
SPIKE: Anya said you were the First. Said you were evil. You're supposed to be all go-through-able. (stands, walks to Buffy's side)
GILES: (stands) Then what the hell did you tackle me for, you berk? What's that supposed to do?
SPIKE: I, uh, I didn't think of that.

GILES: More importantly, you just hit me. Why didn't your chip go off?
SPIKE: (looks down) Yeah, well...
BUFFY: Well, uh, when we were at the Initiative... (looks at Spike)
SPIKE: (looks at Buffy) There was a choice.
BUFFY: (looks at Giles) Right. Either repair the chip, or to remove it.
GILES: You had it remov—You removed the chip?
BUFFY:  (smiling, trying to look innocent) Yeah.
SPIKE: Had to make a choice.

SPIKE: You look nice.
BUFFY: Oh, thanks. (looks down at her camisole) Uh, traditionally, one wears something over this.

SPIKE: Buffy, I'm all right.
BUFFY: You don't have to—
SPIKE: What? Be noble? I'm not. Really, I'm all right. Think I still dream of a crypt for two with a white picket fence? My eyes are clear.
BUFFY: Good. I'm glad. Thank you.
SPIKE: Never much cared for picket fences, anyway. Bloody dangerous.

SPIKE: Oh, yeah, right. There's always girls who like the look—bad boy, you know. (nods) Does it for some of them.

SPIKE: I'll go get Buffy. I can probably still track her scent. She'll be worried about the boy. (walks out the door)

BUFFY: You sure he's in the high school?
SPIKE: Willow did a locator spell. Usual stuff.

SPIKE: It, uh, it talked to the little boy. Said it wasn't time for me yet. I should move out. Leave town before it is time for me.
BUFFY: No, you have to stay.
SPIKE: You've got another demon fighter now.
BUFFY: That's not why I need you here.
SPIKE: Is that right? Why's that then?
BUFFY: 'Cause I'm not ready for you to not be here.
 
 

"GET IT DONE" (7.15)

ANYA: But being human? Ugh! You're always icky on the inside, disgusting on the outside.
SPIKE: (stops, turns to look at her) Your outside's not so bad.

SPIKE: Preaching to the choir, luv.

SPIKE: I like my plan better. Get up, get out, get drunk. Repeat as needed. It's just more elegant. (starts walking again)

ANYA: At first, I thought... it's weird. Is Spike asking me out on a date? 'Cause that would just be...(unlaces her arm from his) nuts. (laughs nervously)
SPIKE: Right. I'm just out for the alcohol.

SPIKE: (looks up to the sky) Would you let it go? You're like a dog with a bone!
ANYA: So what?
SPIKE: It's my bone. Just drop it.
ANYA:  OK. OK. I wasn't proposing. Time goes by, girl gets hungry. You should know.
SPIKE: (rolls his eyes) Oh, thank God.
ANYA: What?
SPIKE: Demon.

ANYA: But you just let him go.
SPIKE: After saving your life.
ANYA: For now. That was one of D'Hoffryn's killers, Spike. He won't stop coming 'til he kills me.
SPIKE: Yet here you are, walking, talking, annoying.

SPIKE: Anya, think. I fight, demon boy gets lucky, I get knocked out, you get killed. True? (Anya thinks, starts to speak, rolls her eyes) We both know the safest and sanest way of saving your life was to keep you with me, away from danger. (Anya grunts, shakes her head and walks away) No need to thank me. I'm just the one who beat him off. (looks at Buffy) Repelled him would perhaps be the better phrase. (Buffy nods) Demon.

SPIKE: Not a bit. And just what brings our good principal to this neck of the gloom?

PRINCIPAL WOOD: (still not facing Spike) Is that what you are? A good guy?
SPIKE: (turns from Buffy toward Wood) I haven't heard any complaints. Well, I have heard a few complaints over the years, but then I just killed whoever spoke up, and that was pretty much that.

SPIKE: Not much to tell. I've changed.
PRINCIPAL WOOD: Oh, now that you have a soul. (nods)
SPIKE: Yeah. That was a big deal. Very... private. (hurt, to Buffy) What, are you just telling everyone now?
PRINCIPAL WOOD: Oh, come on, Spike. Don't blame Buffy. I asked. (walks toward Spike)
SPIKE: (walks toward Wood) Right, the educator. (facing each other now, only a few feet apart) Yeah, I went to great lengths. Lots of trouble, and now I'm unique. Well, more or less. Got myself a soul, whatever that means.

SPIKE: (staring at Wood, talking cockily in his face) Right. Give him the full tour. You don't want to miss a look at her weapons' chest.

BUFFY: ...Force yourself to do what can't be done, or else we are not an army—we're just a bunch of girls waiting to be picked off and buried. (Spike stands and walks toward the door) Where are you going?
SPIKE: Out. Since I'm neither a girl, nor waiting. All this speechifying doesn't really apply to me, does it? (walks away)

SPIKE: Holding back? You're blind. I've been here, right in it—fighting, scrapping...
BUFFY:  Since you got your soul back?
SPIKE: Well, as a matter of fact, I haven't quite been relishing the kill the way I used to.

SPIKE: I did this for you. The soul, the changes—it's what you wanted.
BUFFY: What I want is the Spike that's dangerous. The Spike that tried to kill me when we met.
SPIKE: (angrily) Oh, you don't know how close you are to bringing him out.

SPIKE: Get out of here—all of you. Unless you want to end up all dead and useless.
KENNEDY: (from the couch where she sits, injured) What are you gonna do?
SPIKE: What I do best.

PRINCIPAL WOOD: Where you going?
SPIKE: (without missing a beat) Got a job.
PRINCIPAL WOOD: Nice coat. Where'd you get it?
SPIKE: (walks by Wood without looking at him or stopping) New York.

SPIKE: Oh, come on now, Nancy. Call yourself a demon? I thought you were up for a proper fight. (the demon punches Spike, knocking him down) Now we're talking.

SPIKE: (in vamp visage, Spike takes out a cigarette and puts it in his mouth) I don't know your feelings, big guy, but to me, a tussle like that... (strikes a match on the demon's ear, brings the match up to his cigarette; Spike's now in human face) is good for the soul. (Spike lights his cigarette and takes a puff)
 
 

"STORYTELLER" (7.16)

Through the lens of the video camera, Spike is yelling at Andrew.
SPIKE: (takes the cigarette out of his mouth) I thought I told you to piss off with this bloody camera, yet here you are again with that thing in my face. Would you sod off (flicks the cigarette at Andrew) before I rip your throat out and eat—
ANDREW: OK, Spike. The light was kind of behind you.
SPIKE: (looks around) Oh, right. Uh, what? Is this better then? I thought I told you to piss off with this bloody camera, yet here you are again with that thing in my face. Would you sod off—?

SPIKE: Shut your face about the Zima. Just talk.

BUFFY: Guess what, Andy. You just won yourself a free vacation to the beautiful downtown hellmouth.
SPIKE: So he can do what? Yell at it in its own language?

BUFFY: Spike! (he turns to look at Buffy) Don't kill them. They're just students.
SPIKE: They'll live. (punches the boy again)

ROBIN WOOD: She got it done.
SPIKE: Always has.
 
 

"LIES MY PARENTS TOLD ME" (7.17)

Spike:  (to Nikki) Well, all right.  Got the moves, don't you?  I'm gonna ride you hard before I put you away, luv.
 

Spike:  (re: Prokaryote Stone) Oh, bollocks.  With all the rubbish people keep sticking in my head, it's a wonder that there's room for my brain.
 

William:  It’s true, mother.  Drusilla - she… she has made me what I am.  I am no longer bound to this mortal coil.  I have become a creature of the night.  A vampire.

Mother:  Are you drunk?

William:  A little bit.  Think of it.  No more sickness.  No more dying.  You'll never age another day.  Let me do this for you.

Mother:  What are you talking about, a-and why are you acting so strangely?

William:  It's all right, mother.  It’s only me.  We’ll be together forever.

Mother:  William…

William:  It only hurts for a moment.
 

Spike:  A hard day's principaling got you down, you need a place to cut loose, let your hair down - so to speak.
 

Spike:  I don't give a piss about your mum. She was a slayer.  I was a vampire.  That's the way the game is played.
 

Spike:  I know slayers.  No matter how many people they've got around them, they fight alone.  Life of the chosen one.  The rest of us be damned.  Your mother was no different.

Robin:  No, she loved me.
Spike:  But not enough to quit, though, was it?  Not enough to walk away… for you.  I’ll tell you a story about a mother and son.  See, like you, I loved my mother.  So much so I turned her into a vampire… so we could be together forever.  She said some nasty bits to me after I did that.  Been weighing on me for quite some time.  But you helped me figure something out.  You see, unlike you, I had a mother who loved me back.  When I sired her, I set loose a demon, and it tore into me, but it was the demon talking, not her.  I realize that now.  My mother loved me with all her heart.  I was her world.

(activates song Early One Morning on Wood's computer)

Spike:  That's a nice little song you got there.  Thanks, doc.  You cured me after all.  I got my own free will, now.  I'm not under the First's or anyone else's influences now.  I just wanted you to know that… before I kill you.
 

Buffy:  Spike?  What happened?  Oh, my God.

Spike:  I gave him a pass.  Let him live.  On account of the fact that I killed his mother.  But that's all he gets.  He even so much as looks at me funny again, I'll kill him.
 
 

'DIRTY GIRLS' (7.18)

Faith: Whatcha wanna do to her, vamp? (circles Spike)  Huh?  Somethin' like this?
(punches Spike)
 
Spike: (stands) Nice punch you got there.  Lemme guess.  Leather pants, nice right
cross, doe eyes, holier-than-thou glower… you must be Faith.
 

Faith: Yeah?  Maybe you haven't heard.  I've reformed. (punches Spike)

Spike: So have I. (punches Faith) I reformed way before you did. (Faith punches Spike) Stop… (punches Faith) hitting… (punches Faith again) me!  We're on the same side!

Faith: Please.  You think I'm stupid?

Spike: (grins) Well, yeah.
 

Buffy: He's with me.  He has a soul.

Faith: Oh, he's like Angel?

Spike: No.

Buffy: Sort of.

Spike: I am nothing like Angel.
 

Spike: Angel's dull as a table lamp.  And we have very different coloring.
 

Spike: (re: chains) I got dangerous… for awhile.

Faith: This before the soul, or after?

Spike: After, but I got over it - in case you're feeling all dust-happy again after your long incarceration.

Faith: (smiles) Not if you're all repenty.  Takes the fun out of it.
 
 

'EMPTY PLACES' (7.19)

Spike: What’s up… Rupert?

Giles: Spike, I have a mission for you.

Spike: Oh, really?  'Cause, you know, sometimes our missions end up with you trying to kill me.  I'm not fond of those.
 

Andrew: You sure you don't wanna stop and pick up some burgers or something, you know, road trip food?

Spike: It's not a road trip.  It's a covert operation.

Andrew: Right.  Right.  Gotcha. (beat). I - I bet even covert operatives eat curly fries.  They're really good.

Spike: (rolls eyes) Not as good as those onion blossom things.

Andrew: Ooh, I love those.

Spike: Yeah, me, too.

Andrew: It's an onion… and it's a flower.  I - I don't understand how such a thing is possible.

Spike: See, the genius of it is you soak it in ice water for an hour so it holds its shape.  Then you deep-fry it root-side up for about five minutes.

Andrew: Masterful.

Spike: Yeah. (beat) Tell anyone we had this conversation, I'll bite you.

Andrew: Right.
 

'Touched' (7.20)

Andrew: (rhythmically) I spy with my little eye something that begins with a 'T.'

Spike: (rolls his eyes) Tapestry.

Andrew: Hey, good one.  How did you -

Spike: Tapestry's the only thing in the whole bloody room.

Andrew: Ah… so say you, but I say look deeper. (rolls onto his back and looks at ceiling)

Spike: I'll look deep into your jugular is what I'll look at.

Andrew: Don't spazz out.
 

Spike (re: Andrew) He's a breath of fresh air, isn't he?  Thank God I don't breathe.
 

Spike: You sad, sad, ungrateful traitors.  Who do you think you are?

Willow: We’re her friends.

Spike: Oh, that's ballsy of you.  You're her friends, and you betray her like this?

Giles: You don't understand…

Spike: You know, I think I do… Rupert.  You used to be the big man, didn't you?  The teacher all full of wisdom.  Now she's surpassed you, and you can't handle it.  She has saved your lives again and again.  She's died for you.
 

Spike: It’s bloody chaos over there without you.

Buffy: It is?

Spike: Yeah!  Yeah, it's, uh… There's junk… You know?  Food cartons, sleeping bags not rolled up, everyone's very scared, and, uh, unkempt.

Buffy: (smirks) Sounds dire.
 

Buffy: What are you trying to say?

Spike: I don't know.  I'll know when I'm done saying it.  Something pissed me off, and I just - 'Unattainable.'  That's it.

Buffy: Fine. I'm attainable.  I'm an attain-a-thon.  May I please just go to sleep?

Spike: You listen to me. (kneels in front of her) I've been alive a bit longer than you, and dead a lot longer than that.  I've seen things you couldn't imagine, and done things I prefer you didn’t.  I don’t exactly have a reputation for being a thinker.  I follow my blood, which doesn't exactly rush in the direction of my brain.  So I make a lot of mistakes, a lot of bloody wrong calls.  (looks into her eyes) A 100-plus years, and there's only one thing I've ever been sure of: you.  (she looks away, and he reaches towards her face) Hey, look at me.  I'm not asking you for anything.  When I say. 'I love you,' it's not because I want you or because I can't have you.  It has nothing to do with me.  (a tear rolls down her cheek) I love what you are, what you do, how you try.  I've seen your kindness and your strength.  I've seen the best and the worst of you.  And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are.  You're a hell of a woman.  You’re the one, Buffy.

Buffy: (quietly) I don't wanna be the one.

Spike: I don't wanna be this good looking and athletic.  We all have crosses to bear.
 
 
 

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