James Marsters: Spike

A New Man

Spike

Rupert Giles: [as a Fyarl Demon] If you can't find third gear, don't try for third gear.
Spike: I'm doin' my best. I don't know if I'm drivin' this thing or wearin' it.
Rupert Giles: [as a Fyarl Demon] It's perfectly serviceable.
Spike: [laughs] Funny hearing a Fyarl demon say "serviceable." Had a couple of 'em working for me once. They're more like, "Like to crush. Crush now?" Strong though. You won't meet a jar you can't open for the rest of your life.
[Giles growls menacingly]
Spike: What was that? Did you growl?
Rupert Giles: No.

[Giles, as a Fyarl Demon, walking through a cemetary thinking no one can understand him]
Spike: Well... What do I spy with my little eye...? A demon... That would be, oh, right. The things I can kill.
Rupert Giles: [as a Fyarl Demon] Spike. Wonderful. the perfect end to a perfect day.
Spike: Giles?
Rupert Giles: [as a Fyarl Demon] Go on, then. Let's get on with the fighting... You understand me.
Spike: Of course, I understand you.
Rupert Giles: [as a Fyarl Demon] I'm speaking English?
Spike: No, you're speaking Fyarl. I happen to speak Fyarl... and by the way, why the hell are you suddenly a Fyarl demon? You just come over all demony this morning?
Rupert Giles: [as a Fyarl Demon] As a matter of fact, I did, thanks to Ethan Rayne.

Rupert Giles: [as a Fyarl Demon] You have to help me find him. He must undo this, and then he needs a... a good being-killed.
Spike: And I'm supposed to just help you out of the evilness of my heart?

[moving out of Xander's basement]
Anya: So, what kind of place are you looking for?
Spike: I don't know. Maybe a crypt. Someplace, you know, dark and dank... but not as dark and dank as this.
Anya: It's pretty depressing, isn't it?
Spike: I've known corpses with a fresher smell. In fact, I've been one.
Xander Harris: That's it. Let's go.