Lover's Walk

"Home... sweet... home."

"And more, much more than this, I did it my way. Drusilla, I'm home!"

"You stupid... worthless... bitch! Look what you've done to me."

(Once Angel has left the room)"Yeah, you. You think I'm afraid of you?"

Spike: "I need a curse."
Shopkeeper: A what?"
Spike: "A curse! Something nasty. Boils. I want to give him boils all over his face. You know, dripping pustules. Let's really go for the gusto here."
Shopkeeper: I'm hearing a lot of negative energy, and I bet..."
Spike: "Leprosy! A spell that makes his parts fall off. That sounds proper."
Shopkeeper: We don't carry leprosy."

"She wouldn't even kill me. She just left. She didn't even care enough to cut off my head, or set me on fire. I mean, is that too much to ask? You know? Some little sign that she cared? It was the truce with Buffy that did it. Dru said I'd gone soft - wasn't demon enough for the likes of her."

Spike: "I gave her everything - beautiful jewels, beautiful dresses, with beautiful girls in them, but nothing made her happy. And she would flirt! I caught her on a park bench, making out with a chaos demon! Have you ever seen a chaos demon? They're all slime and antlers. They're disgusting. She only did it to hurt me. So I said, 'I'm not putting up with this any more.' And she said, 'Fine!' And I said, 'Yeah, I've got an unlife, you know!' And then she said... she said we could still be friends. God, I'm so unhappy!"
Willow: "There, there."

Spike: "That smell, your neck. I haven't had a woman in weeks."
Willow: "Now, hold on! I'll do your spell for you, and, and, I'll get you Drusilla back, but there will be no bottle in face, and there will be no "having" of any kind with me. All right?"

Willow: "Now, I'm not a real witch, you know. I don't know if this is going to work right away."
Spike: "Well, if at first you don't succeed, I'll kill him, and you try again."

Joyce: "Well, she sounds very unreasonable."
Spike: "She is. She's out of her mind. That's what I miss most about her."

"No, this is different. Our love was eternal. Literally. You got any of those little marshmallows?"

Joyce: "Get out of here."
Spike: "Yeah. You're not invited."
Joyce: "He'll kill us."
Spike: "Not while I breathe. Well, actually, I don't breathe."

Joyce: "You get out of this house, or I will stake you myself."
Spike: "You're a very bad man."
Angel: "Joyce, you can't trust him. Invite me in. You touch her and I'll cut your head off."
Spike: "Yeah? You and what army?"
Buffy: "That would be me."

Spike: "Willow!"
Buffy: "You took Willow."
Spike: "You do me now, and you'll never find the little witch."
Joyce: "Willow's a witch?"
Buffy: "And Xander?"
Spike: "Him, too."
Joyce: "Xander's a witch?"

"And when did you become all soul-having again? I thought you out-grew that."

"Well, you and your great poof here want to tag along, that's fine."

Spike: "Oh, god."
Buffy: "What's wrong? Not that I really care."
Spike: "Oh, my head. I think I'm sobering up. It's horrible. Oh, god. I wish I were dead."
Buffy: "Well, if you close your eyes and wish real hard..."

Buffy: "He's probably just got them locked up in the factory."
Spike: "Well, hey, how thick do you think I am?"

Spike: "Oh, god."
Buffy: "Now what?"
Spike: "We killed a homeless man on this bench. Me and Dru. Those were good times. You know, he begged for mercy, and that only made her bite harder."
Buffy: "I guess you had to be there."

Buffy: "Spike can get the rats eyes."
Spike: "I used to bring her rats. With the morning paper."
Buffy: "Great, more moping. That's going to get her back."

Spike: "I'm nothing without her."
Buffy: "Yeah, that I'll have to agree with. You're pathetic, you know that? You're not even a loser anymore, you're a shell of a loser."

"The last time I looked in on you two, you were fighting to the death. Now you're back making googly-eyes at each other again like nothing happened. Makes me want to heave."

"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 until 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: "What's your hurry?"
Buffy: "My hurry is my intense desire to get you out of my life. You tend to cause trouble."
Spike: "I'll be out of your life in a few short hours. No trouble at all."
Lenny: "Hello, Spike." (Vamp committee assembles)
Buffy: "No trouble at all."

Spike: "This should be a kick."
Buffy: "I violently dislike you."

Lenny: "Yeah, I'd heard you'd gone soft. Sad to see it, man."
Spike: "Soft?"
Lenny: "Yeah, like baby food."
Spike: "Well, then, let's give baby a taste."
Spike: (Spike pounds Lenny's head on table) "Baby like his supper? Baby like his supper?"

"Now, that was fun. Oh, don't tell me that wasn't fun. God! It's been so long since I had a decent spot of violence. Really puts things in perspective."

"Oh, sod the spell. Your friends are at the factory. I'm really glad I came here, you know? I've been all wrongheaded about this - weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else. I want Dru back, I've just got to be the man I was. The man she loved. I'm going to do what I should have done in the first place. I'll find her, wherever she is, tie her up, torture her until she likes me again. Love's a funny thing."

"And more, much more than this, I did it my way!!"