Beause it's lightened my mood...
Dec. 19th, 2002 10:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
litheraNo spoilers, just a decent amount of Buffy quotes.
Spike: Yeah ... but it was fun. And guess what, bitch. I'm not telling you jack. You're never gonna get your sodding key, 'cause you might be strong, but in our world, you're an idiot.
Glory: I'm a god.
Spike: The god of what, bad home perms?
Glory: Shut up! I command you to shut up!
Spike: Yeah, okay, sorry, but I just had no idea that gods were such prancing lightweights. Mark my words, the Slayer ... is going to kick your skanky, lopsided ass back to whatever place would take a cheap, whorish, fashion victim ex-god like you.
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Spike: I'm a vampire. I know something about evil. You're not evil.
Dawn: Maybe, maybe not. Maybe I'm not evil but I don't think I can be good.
Spike: Well, I'm not good and I'm okay.
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Spike: I don't understand. This sort of thing has never happened to me before.
Willow: Maybe you were nervous.
Spike: I felt all right when it started. Well let's try it again.
[Spike tries to bite Willow and he backs off screaming in pain.]
Spike: Damn it! What's wrong with me?
Willow: Maybe you're trying too hard. Doesn't this happen to every vampire?
Spike: Not to me it doesn't!
Willow: It's me isn't it?
Spike: What are you talking about?
Willow: Well you came here looking for Buffy, and settled. You didn't want to bite me, I just happened to be around.
Spike: Piffle!
Willow: I know I'm not the kind of girl vamps like to sink their teeth into. It's all ways, "ooo, you're like a sister to me," or "oh, we're such good friends."
Spike: Don't be ridiculous. I'd bite you in a heartbeat.
Willow: This doesn't make you anymore scary.
Spike: Don't patronize me. I'm only 126 years old!
Willow: Your being too hard on yourself. Why we don't wait a half an hour and try again?
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Willow: Don't worry, we're sure to spot Faith first. She's like this cleavagey slutbomb walking around going, 'Ooh, check me out, I'm wicked cool, I'm five by five'.
Tara Maclay: Five by five? Five what by five what?
Willow: See, that's the thing. No one knows.
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Anya: Well, at first it was confusing. Just the idea of computers was like, whoa, I'm eleven hundred years old. I had trouble adjusting to the idea of Lutherans.
Tara Maclay: I go online sometimes, but everyone's spelling is really bad, and it's depressing.
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Spike: Oh, you're just friends right? You'll never be friends! You'll be in love till it kills you. You'll fight and you'll shag and you'll hate each other till it makes you quake, but you'll never be friends. Love isn't brains children, it's blood. Blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it.
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Xander: You're considered somewhat cool.
Oz: I am?
Xander: Is it because you always tend to express yourself in short, non-commital sentences?
Oz: Could be.
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Buffy: I went to Angel's last night, and Faith was there. They looked sort of... intimate.
Willow: No way. I know what you're thinking, and no way.
Buffy: You're right. Faith would never do that.
Willow: Faith would *totally* do that. Faith was *built* to do that. She's the *do that* girl.
Buffy: Comfort, remember? Comfort here.
Willow: I mean, please. Does Angel come up to Faith's standards for a guy? Let's see... is he breathing?
Buffy: Actually, no.
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Angel: I wanna torture you. I used to love it, and it's been such a long time. I mean, the last time I tortured someone, they didn't even *have* chainsaws.
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Giles: We'll get our memory back, and it will all be right as rain.
Spike: Oh, listen to Mary Poppins. He's got his crust all stiff and upper with that nancy boy accent. You Englishmen are always so...bloody hell.
[Counting on his fingers]
Spike: Sodding, blimey, shaggin, knickers, bollocks. Oh, God. I'm English.
Giles: Welcome to the nancy boy tribe.
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Harmony Kendall: Is Antonio Banderas a vampire?
Spike: No.
Harmony Kendall: Oh. Can I make him a vampire?
Spike: No. Actually, yes. Go on. Do Mel and the kids too.
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Spike: What's this? Sittin' around watching the telly while there's evil still afoot? It's not very industrious of you. I say we go out there and kick a little demon ass! What, can't go without your Buffy, is that it? Let's find her! She is the chosen one, after all. Come on! Vampires! Grrr! Nasty! Let's annihilate them, for justice, and for... the safety of puppies... and Christmas, right? Let's fight that evil! Let's kill something! Oh, come on!
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Giles: I just think it's rather odd that a nation that prides itself on its virility should feel compelled to strap on forty pounds of protective gear just in order to play rugby.
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Spike: Yeah ... but it was fun. And guess what, bitch. I'm not telling you jack. You're never gonna get your sodding key, 'cause you might be strong, but in our world, you're an idiot.
Glory: I'm a god.
Spike: The god of what, bad home perms?
Glory: Shut up! I command you to shut up!
Spike: Yeah, okay, sorry, but I just had no idea that gods were such prancing lightweights. Mark my words, the Slayer ... is going to kick your skanky, lopsided ass back to whatever place would take a cheap, whorish, fashion victim ex-god like you.
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Spike: I'm a vampire. I know something about evil. You're not evil.
Dawn: Maybe, maybe not. Maybe I'm not evil but I don't think I can be good.
Spike: Well, I'm not good and I'm okay.
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Spike: I don't understand. This sort of thing has never happened to me before.
Willow: Maybe you were nervous.
Spike: I felt all right when it started. Well let's try it again.
[Spike tries to bite Willow and he backs off screaming in pain.]
Spike: Damn it! What's wrong with me?
Willow: Maybe you're trying too hard. Doesn't this happen to every vampire?
Spike: Not to me it doesn't!
Willow: It's me isn't it?
Spike: What are you talking about?
Willow: Well you came here looking for Buffy, and settled. You didn't want to bite me, I just happened to be around.
Spike: Piffle!
Willow: I know I'm not the kind of girl vamps like to sink their teeth into. It's all ways, "ooo, you're like a sister to me," or "oh, we're such good friends."
Spike: Don't be ridiculous. I'd bite you in a heartbeat.
Willow: This doesn't make you anymore scary.
Spike: Don't patronize me. I'm only 126 years old!
Willow: Your being too hard on yourself. Why we don't wait a half an hour and try again?
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Willow: Don't worry, we're sure to spot Faith first. She's like this cleavagey slutbomb walking around going, 'Ooh, check me out, I'm wicked cool, I'm five by five'.
Tara Maclay: Five by five? Five what by five what?
Willow: See, that's the thing. No one knows.
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Anya: Well, at first it was confusing. Just the idea of computers was like, whoa, I'm eleven hundred years old. I had trouble adjusting to the idea of Lutherans.
Tara Maclay: I go online sometimes, but everyone's spelling is really bad, and it's depressing.
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Spike: Oh, you're just friends right? You'll never be friends! You'll be in love till it kills you. You'll fight and you'll shag and you'll hate each other till it makes you quake, but you'll never be friends. Love isn't brains children, it's blood. Blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it.
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Xander: You're considered somewhat cool.
Oz: I am?
Xander: Is it because you always tend to express yourself in short, non-commital sentences?
Oz: Could be.
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Buffy: I went to Angel's last night, and Faith was there. They looked sort of... intimate.
Willow: No way. I know what you're thinking, and no way.
Buffy: You're right. Faith would never do that.
Willow: Faith would *totally* do that. Faith was *built* to do that. She's the *do that* girl.
Buffy: Comfort, remember? Comfort here.
Willow: I mean, please. Does Angel come up to Faith's standards for a guy? Let's see... is he breathing?
Buffy: Actually, no.
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Angel: I wanna torture you. I used to love it, and it's been such a long time. I mean, the last time I tortured someone, they didn't even *have* chainsaws.
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Giles: We'll get our memory back, and it will all be right as rain.
Spike: Oh, listen to Mary Poppins. He's got his crust all stiff and upper with that nancy boy accent. You Englishmen are always so...bloody hell.
[Counting on his fingers]
Spike: Sodding, blimey, shaggin, knickers, bollocks. Oh, God. I'm English.
Giles: Welcome to the nancy boy tribe.
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Harmony Kendall: Is Antonio Banderas a vampire?
Spike: No.
Harmony Kendall: Oh. Can I make him a vampire?
Spike: No. Actually, yes. Go on. Do Mel and the kids too.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Spike: What's this? Sittin' around watching the telly while there's evil still afoot? It's not very industrious of you. I say we go out there and kick a little demon ass! What, can't go without your Buffy, is that it? Let's find her! She is the chosen one, after all. Come on! Vampires! Grrr! Nasty! Let's annihilate them, for justice, and for... the safety of puppies... and Christmas, right? Let's fight that evil! Let's kill something! Oh, come on!
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Giles: I just think it's rather odd that a nation that prides itself on its virility should feel compelled to strap on forty pounds of protective gear just in order to play rugby.
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Date: 2002-12-19 11:11 am (UTC)yeah...
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Date: 2002-12-19 11:23 am (UTC)Spike: Hundred forty-seven days yesterday. Uh... hundred forty-eight today. 'Cept today doesn't count, does it? How long was it for you... where you were?
Buffy: Longer.
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Spike: Uh... I do remember what I said. The promise. To protect her. If I had done that... even if I didn't make it... you wouldn't have had to jump. But I want you to know I did save you. Not when it counted, of course, but... after that. Every night after that. I'd see it all again... do something different. Faster or more clever, you know? Dozens of times, lots of different ways... Every night I save you.
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*grins*