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*Spike: You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love till it kills you both. You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other till it makes you quiver, 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.

*Spike: Well, if at first you don't succeed, I'll kill him.

*Spike: I'm drowning in you Summers

*Tom: They starve you and when your ready to bite your own arm, they shoot out one of those packets. You drink, and next thing you know - your gone. That's when they do the experiments.
Spike: And 'they' are...the government? Nazis? A major cosmetics company?
(The Initiative)

Spike: Yeah, Thing about the Slayer is, she's a whiny little thing, but when it comes to fighting she does have a slight tendency to win.
(The Yoko Factor)

*Spike: Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And 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. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.

Spike: So when do we destroy the world, already?

*Angel: I know Dru gives you pity access, but you have to admit, it's so much easier when I do things for her.
Spike: You'd do well to worry less about Dru and more about that Slayer you've been tramping around with.
Angel: Dear Buffy. I'm still trying to decide the best way to send my regards.
Spike: Why don't you rip her lungs out. That might make an impression.
Angel: It lacks poetry.
Spike: It doesn't have to. What rhymes with lungs?

Spike: It's a big rock. I can't wait to tell my friends. They don't have a rock this big.

Spike: If every vampire who said he was at the Crucifixion was actually there it would've been like Woodstock. I was at Woodstock. I fed off a flower person and I spent six hours watching my hand move

(In response to being asked to fight a troll)
Spike: I would, but I'm paralyzed with not caring very much.

Dalton: I'm not sure...it could be... Deprimere ille bubula linter.
Spike: Debase the beef...canoe. [beat] Why does that strike me as not right?

Spike: I'm bad! It's just I can't bite anymore, thanks to you wankers... Bye the bye, if you're trying to kill her..." (gives Riley two thumbs up)

Spike: A slayer with family and friends. That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.

Spike: We like to talk big... vampires do. "I'm going to destroy the world." That's just tough-guy talk. Strutting around with your friends over a pint of blood. The truth is, I _like_ this world. You've got...dog racing, Manchester United. And you've got people. Billions of people walking around like Happy Meals with legs. It's all right here. But then someone comes along with a vision. With a real... passion for destruction. Angel could pull it off. Good-bye, Picadilly. Farewell, Leicester-bloody-Square.

Spike: Help me out here, Spock, I don't speak loser.

(To Buffy as they are trapped in her house the day after her birthday.)
Spike: So, you ever think about *not* celebrating a birthday? Just to try it, I mean

Spike: You know there are quite a few American beers that are highly underrated. This, unfortunately, is not one of them.

Spike: 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.

Spike: "Beneath me." I'll show her. Six bloody feet beneath me. Hasn't got a death wish? Bitch won't need one.

Spike: Well, that was sad. I'm embarrassed for our kind.

Spike: Is everyone here very stoned?

Spike: I do remember what I said. The promise. To protect her. If I'd done that ... even if I didn't make it, you wouldn't've had to jump. 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.

Spike: Want me to take 'em out? Give me a hell of a headache, but I could probably thin the herd a little.

Xander: You probably just saved us so we wouldn't stake you right here.
Spike: Well, yeah. Did it work? Well, then, everything's all right and we all get to be not staked through the heart. Good work, team!
(Primeval)

*It's paradise! Big Windows and lovely gardens. They'll be perfect for when we want the sunlight to kill us.

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