The Best Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 5, Episode 7 Quotes

- You're goin'?
- But you were having so much fun a minute ago.

[last lines]
Buffy: What do you want now?
Spike: What's wrong?
Buffy: I don't wanna talk about it.
Spike: Is there something I can do?

- Man: Care for an hors d'oeuvre, sir?
- Oh, uh, quickly.
- I'm the very spirit of vexation.
- What's another word for "gleaming"?
- It's a perfectly perfect word as many words go, but the bother is nothing rhymes, you see.

- I'll tell you what.
- When and if this new bird does show up,
- I'll give you first crack at her.
- I smell fear.
- Yeah. This whole place reeks of it.
- It's intoxicating.
- Let's get out of here.
- This rebellion's starting to bore me.

[Yorkshire, 1880. Angelus and Spike are about to trade blows]
Darla: I think our boys are going to fight.
Drusilla: The King of Cups expects a picnic
[giggles]
Drusilla: but this is not his birthday.
Darla: Good point.

- Something...
- Effulgent.
- Effulgent.
- Do you want it?
- Oh, yes.
- God, yes!

[China, 1900, Boxer Rebellion, Spike has fatally bitten the Slayer]
Chinese: [translated] Tell my mother... I'm sorry
Spike: Sorry, love... I don't speak Chinese.
[she dies, then to himself]
Spike: A fella could get used to this.

- All-out fighting a mob, back against the wall, nothing but fist and fangs?
- Don't you ever get tired of fights you know you're gonna win?
- No.
- A real kill, a good kill, it takes pure artistry.
- Without that, we're just animals.
- Poofter.

- 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.

[London, 1880 and Spike is human and meets Drusilla]
Drusilla: And I wonder what possible catastrophe came crashing down from heaven and brought this dashing stranger to tears?
William: Nothing. I wish to be alone.
Drusilla: Oh, I see you. A man surrounded by fools who cannot see his strength, his vision... his glory... That, and burning baby fish swimming all around your head.
William: Uh, that-that's quite close enough. I've heard tales of London pickpockets. You'll not be getting my purse, I tell you.
Drusilla: Don't need a purse. Your wealth lies here...
[points to heart]
Drusilla: and here.
[points to head]
Drusilla: in the spirit and... imagination. You walk in worlds the others can't begin to imagine.
William: Oh, yes...! Uh, I mean no. I mean... Uh, Mother's expecting me.
Drusilla: I see what you want. Something glowing and glistening... something... effulgent.
William: [whispers] Effulgent.
[Drusilla turns vampire and bites him]

[South America 1998, Spike is arguing with Drusilla after catching her with a Chaos Demon]
Drusilla: Why can't you kill her?
Spike: You're the one that keeps bringing her up! I haven't said a word about the bloody Slayer since we left California. She's on the other side of the *planet*, Dru!
Drusilla: But you're lying! I can still see her floating all around you, laughing... Why? Why won't you push her away?
Spike: But I did, pet. I did it for you. And you keep punishing me... carrying on with creatures like this.
Chaos: 'Kay. Uh, you guys obviously have a thing going on here.
Drusilla: I have to find my pleasures, Spike. You taste like ashes.
Spike: So, this is *my* fault now?
Chaos: Uh, I didn't know she was seeing somebody... Uh, uh, I should take off.
Spike: Yeah. Why don't you do that?

Spike: How many of my kind rekon you've done?
Buffy: Not enough.
Spike: Mm-hmm. And we just keep coming. But you can kill a hundred, a thousand, a thousand thousand and the armies 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.

Spike: Right. You wanna 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're gonna do this my way. Wings.
Buffy: What?
Spike: Spicy buffalo wings. Order me up a plate. I'm feelin' peckish.

Dawn: When do I get to patrol?
Buffy: Not until you're never.

- Rescue us from a dreary topic.
- Careful!
- The inks are still wet.
- Please, it's not finished.
- Don't be shy.
- "My heart expands,
- 'tis grown a bulge in it,
- "inspired by your beauty effulgent."
- -Effulgent?
- -[Laughter]

- I'm sorry, love.
- I don't speak Chinese.
- A fella could get used to this.

[London, 1880 and Spike is human and told Cecily he loves her]
William: I know I'm a bad poet, but I'm a good man. And all I ask is that... Is-Is that you try to see me...
Cecily: I do see you. That's the problem. You're nothing to me, William... You're beneath me.

[talking about when he first learned about the Slayer]
Spike: After that, I was obsessed. I mean, to most vampires, a Slayer was the object 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]
Spike: I was young.
Buffy: So, how'd you kill her?
Spike: [Spike moves behind Buffy] Funny you should ask.
[his hand whips out and takes her by the neck. She instinctively reacts and grabs a pool cue but Spike grasps her wrist]
Spike: Lesson the first... A Slayer must always reach for her weapon.
[shifts to his vamp face]
Spike: I've already got mine.
[he returns to normal, takes the pool cue and continues playing]
Spike: Hmm... 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: Lesson the second... Ask the right questions. You wanna know how I beat 'em...? The question isn't how'd I win. The question is, why'd they lose?

- Just lucky it's not bikini season.
- So, Dawn takes household duty.
- I'll take tonight's patrol.
- By yourself?
- Just a sweep.
- Do me a favor.
- You take the gang along with?
- Okay. I will patrol with the group tonight.
- -When do I get to patrol?
- -Not until you're never.

- 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.

- You know, it's probably none of my business, but I just gotta ask.
- Did you smell this bad when you were alive?
- 'Cause if it's a postmortem thing, then, boy, is my face red.
- But, just so you know, the fast-growing field of personal grooming's come a long way...
- Since you became a vampire.

- The first one was all business, but the second, she had a touch of your style.

- Not even close.
- Come on.
Vampire: Killed with her own weapon.
- They ought to put this in a museum.
- You know what they put in museums?
- -Mostly dead things.
- -[Growls]

Drusilla: Oh, Spike.
- Look at the wonderful mess you've made.
- That's a slayer you've done in.
- Naughty, wicked Spike.

- You know you want to dance.
- Say it's true.
- Say I do want to.
- It wouldn't be you, Spike.
- It would never be you.
- You're beneath me.

- I know I'm a bad poet, but I'm a good man.
- All I ask is that--
- Is that you try to see me--
- I do see you.
- That's the problem.
- You're nothing to me, William.
- You're beneath me.

- You ever hear them say...
- The blood of a slayer is a powerful aphrodisiac?
- Here now...
- Have a taste.

Dawn: Come on. Who's the man?
Buffy: You are. A very short, annoying man.

- Ow! Wait. Not "ow."
- Are you feeling all right, Slayer?
- This stuff usually hurts.
- Don't even start, Spike.
- What do you want?
- Slayers.
- You killed two of them.
- I did.
- You're gonna show me how.

[London, 1880 and Spike is human]
William: Oh, uh, quickly. I'm the very spirit of vexation. What's another word for "gleaming"? It's a perfectly perfect word as many words go but the bother is nothing rhymes, you see.

Spike: Come on. I can feel it, Slayer... You know you wanna dance.
Buffy: Say it's true... Say I do want to... It wouldn't be you, Spike... It would *never* be you... You're beneath me.

- I'm getting a CAT scan.
- It's only one night.
- And they say even if there is something, it's still very early if they didn't see it before.
- I'm gonna be fine.
- I know you will.

Rupert: You didn't lose last night, Buffy. You just...
Buffy: Got really close... I-I slipped up, Giles. I've been training harder than ever and still I... And there's nothing in any of these books to help me understand why. I mean, look. I realize that every Slayer comes with an expiration mark on the package. But I want mine to be a long time from now, like a Cheeto... If there were just a few good descriptions of what took out the other Slayers, maybe it would help me to understand my mistake, to keep it from happening again.

Spike: The only thing about the dance is, you never get to stop. Everyday 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. A 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 merely wanted it. 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, brat kid sister, Scoobies. They all tie you here, but you're just puttin' 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, Spike, now.
Spike: Oh, now did I scare ya? You're the Slayer. Do somethin' 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.

- I've got this cute little government chip in my head.
- She's everywhere.
- She's haunting me.
- Buffy, I love you.
- God, I love you so much. oh, god, no.
- I need to know more about where I come from, about the other Slayers.
- Maybe if I can learn to control this thing, I could be stronger,
- I could be better.

- And now, you see, that's the secret.
- Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land.
- She merely wanted it.
- Every slayer... has a death wish.
- Even you.

[first lines]
Buffy: You know, it's probably none of my business, but I just gotta ask... Did you smell this bad when you were alive...? 'Cause if it's a postmortem thing, then, boy, is my face red. But, just so you know, the fast-growing field of personal grooming's come a long way since you became a vampire.

Xander: What's with the hand move? You see that? Does that, like, mean something?
Willow: It's code. I-I think it breaks down to "Choo-choo".
Anya: It probably means to follow him. That, or wait here for him.
Willow: [whispers] Ask.
Xander: [yells] Hey, Riley! What's the, uh-
[makes hand gesture]
Xander: all about?
Riley: It means yell real loud so the vampires who don't know we're comin' will have a sporting chance.
Xander: See? Now he's all mad and sarcastic.
Willow: It's because you were doing all the yelling, Mr. Stealthy Pants.

[London, 1880 and Spike is human]
Female: Have you heard? They call him "William the Bloody" because of his bloody awful poetry.
Male: It suits him! I'd rather have a railroad spike through my head than listen to that *awful* stuff!

- See, now that hurt.
- Yeah?
- This hurt too?
- Definite pain there.
- -How'd you kill them, Spike?
- -[Growls]
- You're not ready to know.
- I'm ready.
- Okay, then.
- Went like this.

- Ow! Ow!
- Ow! Ow! Ow!
- Guys.
- What you got?
Riley: That's him.
- Let's go.