Dialoghi tra Buffy e Spike in inglese

In questa sezione trovate TUTTI i dialoghi tra Buffy e Spike in lingua originale dal loro primo incontro agli ultimi episodi della sesta serie

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5.7 Fool for love

SPIKE: Ow!  Wait. Not ow. You feeling all right, Slayer? This stuff usually hurts.
BUFFY: Don't even start, Spike.
SPIKE: What do you want?
BUFFY: Slayers. You killed two of them.
SPIKE: I did.
BUFFY: You're gonna show me how.
SPIKE: You know, there quite a few American beers that are highly underrated. This unfortunately is not one of them.
BUFFY: Update, Spike. We're not here to discuss the fine choice of hops. It's about two Slayers: one in China during the Boxer Rebellion, one in New York.
BUFFY: Both got killed by you. Tell the tale, you get the cash.
SPIKE: Right. You want to learn all about how I bested the Slayers and you want to learn fast. Right, then. We fought. I won. The end. Pay up.
BUFFY: That's not what I-
SPIKE: What did you want, eh? A quick demo? A blow-for-blow description you can map out and memorize? It's not about the moves, love. And since I agreed to your little proposition, we can do this my way. Wings.
BUFFY: What?
SPIKE: Spicy buffalo wings. Order me up a plate. I'm feelin' peckish.
BUFFY: Excuse me-
SPIKE: As I thought. Some nasty thing got a taste of you.
BUFFY: Don't get all excited. I'm fine.
SPIKE: Oh, right. Stuck in a dark corner with a creature you loathe, diggin' up past uglies, 'cause you're fine.
BUFFY: Just tell me what I want to know.
SPIKE: I told you. No one's narrating on an empty stomach here.
BUFFY: Were you born this big a pain in the ass?
SPIKE: What can I tell you, baby? I've always been bad.

BUFFY: So you traded up on the food chain. Then what?
SPIKE: No, please. Don't make it sound like something you'd flip past on the Discovery Channel. Becoming a vampire is a profound and powerful experience. I could feel this new strength coursing through me. Getting killed made me feel alive for the very first time. I was through living by society's rules. Decided to make a few of my own. Ofcourse, in order to do that... I had to get myself a gang.


SPIKE: After that, I was obsessed. I mean, to most vampires, the Slayer was the subject of cold sweat and frightened whispers. 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? (shrugs) I was young.
BUFFY: So how'd you kill her?
SPIKE: Funny you should ask.
SPIKE: Lesson the first: a Slayer must always reach for her weapon.
SPIKE: I've already got mine.
SPIKE: A good thing, too. Become a vampire, you've got nothing to fear. Nothing but one girl. That's you, honey. Back then... it was her.

SPIKE: That was the best night of my life. And I've had some sweet ones. (off her look) What are you looking at?
BUFFY: you got off on it.
SPIKE: Well, yeah. I suppose you're telling me you don't? (laughs) 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 enemies of Hell besides and all we need is for one of us- just one- sooner or later to have the thing we're all hoping for.
BUFFY: And that would be what?
SPIKE: One... good... day.Hey! You asked and I'm tellin'. The problem with you, Summers, is
you've gotten so good, you're starting to think you're immortal.
BUFFY: Not really. I just know I can handle myself.
SPIKE: Oh? Then how do you explain this?
BUFFY: So that's it? Lesson over?
SPIKE: Not even close. Come on.

BUFFY: Give it to me.
BUFFY: What?
SPIKE: Lesson the second: ask the right questions. You want to know how I beat 'em?
SPIKE: 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, love.
BUFFY: How'd you kill the second one?
SPIKE: Hmm? A bit like this.
BUFFY: That didn't hurt?
SPIKE: I knew I couldn't touch you. If there's no intent to hurt you, then that chip they shoved up my brain never activates. If, on the other hand...
SPIKE: See, now that hurt.
BUFFY: Yeah? This hurt too?
BUFFY: How'd you kill 'em, Spike?
SPIKE: You're not ready to know.
BUFFY: I'm ready.
SPIKE: Okay, then. Went like this.

SPIKE: The first was all business but the second, she had a touch of your style.
SPIKE: She was cunning, resourceful... oh, did I mention? Hot. I could have danced all night with that one.
BUFFY: You think we're dancing?
SPIKE: That's all we've ever done.
SPIKE: And the thing about the dance is, you never get to stop.
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 uncertainty, but because 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. 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: Get out of my sight. Now.
SPIKE: Oh... did I scare ya? You're the Slayer. Do something about it. Hit me. Come on. One good swing. You know you want to.
BUFFY: I mean it.
SPIKE: So do I. Give it me good, Buffy. Do it!
BUFFY: Spike...
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.
BUFFY: You're beneath me.

BUFFY: What do you want now?
SPIKE: What's wrong?
BUFFY: I don't want to talk about it.
SPIKE: Is there something I can do?

5.8 Shadow

BUFFY: Spike. I want you.
SPIKE: God, I love you so much.
Spike sitting up in bed.
SPIKE: Oh god, no. Please no.

5.9 Listening to fear

BUFFY: Spike?
SPIKE: Yeah. Listen, uh, did you hear a noise?
BUFFY: What the hell are you doing in my house?
SPIKE: Right then, caught me. (takes a deep breath) Your basement's full of junk. And me being in need of, uh, junk...
BUFFY: (can't believe it) You were stealing?
SPIKE: Well, yeah. Can't exactly work the counter at Burger Barn, can I?
BUFFY: Wait, are those pictures of me?