Spike
[to Buffy] As daft a notion as "Soulful Spike the Killer" is, it is nothing compared to the idea that another girl could mean anything to me. This chip--they did to me. I couldn't help it. But the soul, I got on my own--for you.
Spike
So, yeah. I go and pass the time... with someone. But that's all it is is time, 'cause--God, help me, Buffy--it's still all about you.
[Spike lies bleeding because of his malfunctioning control chip.]
Well, we'll fix it. We'll hit serious research mode--
Spike
Good. Try Behavioral Modification Software Throughout the Ages.
[sighs] Okay. You're right. Not a book thing. [pauses] It's a phone thing.
Spike
Who you gonna call?
[Buffy looks askance at him.]
Spike
God, that phrase is never gonna be usable again, is it?
Spike
I should move out. Leave town before it is time for me.
Spike
You've got another demon fighter now.
That's not why I need you here.
Spike
Is that right? Why's that, then?
Because I'm not ready for you not to be here.
There something you can see going on between Principal Wood and Spike ... sexual tension you could cut with a knife!
[Andrew is filming Spike smoking a cigarette. We see Spike through the camera]
Spike
Hey, I told you get that thing out of my face! Now get out of here before I tear your head off!
Spike, the light was behind you.
Spike
Oh sorry. [Takes a step forward] Hey, I told you to get that...
Whatcha wanna do to her, vamp? Huh? Somthin' like this? [punches Spike]
Spike
(stands) Nice punch you got there. Lemme guess. Leather pants, nice right cross, doe eyes, holier-than-thou glower...you must be Faith.
[shrugs and grins] Oh, goodie. I'm famous.
Spike
Told you were coming. Bit of a misunderstanding here. I'm--
Spike. [nods] Yeah, we've met before.
Spike
We have? I don't think we-- [Faith kicks Spike in the torso] Bloody hell! What're you doing? I'm on your side.
Yeah? Maybe you haven't heard. I've reformed. [punches Spike]
Spike
So have I. [punches Faith] I reformed way before you did. [Faith punches Spike] Stop... [punches Faith] hitting... [punches Faith again] me! We're on the same side.
Please. You think I'm stupid?
Spike
Well, yeah. [grins]
You were attacking that girl. [punches Spike]
[Someone punches Faith in the face, knocking her down. Pan over to show it's Buffy.]
[innocently] Sorry, Faith. I didn't realize that was you.
It's all right, B. Luckily, you still punch like you used to.
Spike
Yeah. Terrific.
[to Buffy] You're protecting vampires? Are you the bad slayer now? Am I the good slayer now?
He's with me. He has a soul.
Spike
No!
Spike
I am nothing like Angel.
He fights on my side. Which is more than I can say for some of us.
Spike
Angel's dull as a table lamp! And we have very different coloring.
Yeah, well if he's so good, what's he doing chasing down defenseless--
[The young woman that Spike was chasing stands up, growls, and attacks Faith, knocking her down.]
That's one of the bad guys.
You should make 'em wear a sign.
Every guy's got some whack fantasy. Scratch the surface of any granola-type dude - naughty nurses and horny cheerleaders... I figure, if you can't beat 'em--
Spike
Join 'em.
Just don't forget who's on top.
Spike
That, I suspect, would be you.
You sure you don't wanna stop and pick up some burgers or something, you know, road trip food?
Spike
It's not a road trip. It's a covert operation.
Right. Right. Gotcha... I--I bet even covert operatives eat curly fries. They're really good.
Spike
Not as good as those onion blossom things.
Spike
Yeah, me, too.
It's an onion... and it's a flower. I--I don't understand how such a thing is possible.
Spike
See, the genius of it is, you soak it in ice water for an hour so it holds its shape. Then you deep-fry it root-side up for about 5 minutes.
Spike
Yeah. Tell anyone we had this conversation, I'll bite you.
We were never close. You just wanted me because I was... unattainable.
Spike
You think that's all that was?
Please, let's not go over the past.
Spike
Oh, no, no! Oh, let's hold on here! I've hummed along to your pity ditty. I think I should have the mic for a bit.
Fine. The stage is yours. Cheer me up.
Spike
You're insufferable.
Thank you. That really helped.
Spike
I'm not tryin' to cheer you up.
Then what are you trying to say?
Spike
I don't know! I'll know when I'm done sayin' it. Something pissed me off, and I just-- "unattainable," that's it.
Fine. I'm attainable. I'm a-- I'm an "attain-a-thon." May I please just go to sleep?
Spike
You listen to me. I've been alive a bit longer than you, and dead a lot longer than that. I've seen things you couldn't imagine, and done things I prefer you didn't. Don't exactly have a reputation for being a thinker. I follow my blood... which doesn't exactly rush in the direction of my brain. So I make a lot of mistakes. A lot of wrong bloody calls. A hundred-plus years, and there's only one thing I've ever been sure of. You... Hey, look at me. I'm not asking you for anything. When I say I love you, it's not because I want you, or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are. What you do. How you try. I've seen your kindness, and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of you, and I understand, with perfect clarity, exactly what you are. You're a hell of a woman. You're the One, Buffy.
I don't want to be the One.
Spike
I don't want to be this good-looking and athletic. We all have crosses to bear.
Spike
Gotta move, lamb. I think it's fair to say school's out for bloody summer.
Spike
I mean it! I gotta do this.
[Buffy laces her fingers through Spike's, and they burst into flame together]
Spike
No, you don't. But thanks for saying it. Now go! I wanna see how this ends.