"Buffy the Vampire Slayer" Fool for Love (TV Episode 2000) Poster

James Marsters: Spike

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  • 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.

  • [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?

  • 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?

  • [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.

  • [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 Addams : I do see you. That's the problem. You're nothing to me, William... You're beneath me.

  • 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.

  • [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 Summers : 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 : 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.

  • [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 Demon : '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 Demon : 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.

  • [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] 

  • [China, 1900, Boxer Rebellion, Spike has fatally bitten the Slayer] 

    Chinese Slayer : [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.

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