James Marsters: Spike

Dead Things

Spike

[first lines]
[after they've been making love]
Buffy Summers: We missed the bed again.
Spike: Lucky for the bed.
[Buffy looks at the Oriental carpet which she's draped over herself]
Buffy Summers: Is this a new rug?
Spike: Mmm, no. Just looks different when you're under it.
Buffy Summers: [chuckles then sighs] You know, this place is okay for a hole in the ground. You fixed it up.
Spike: Well, I ate a decorator once. Maybe something stuck.
Buffy Summers: I've been thinking about doing something to my room.
Spike: Yeah?
Buffy Summers: Yeah. I think the New Kids on the Block posters are starting to date me.
Spike: [chuckles] Well, if you want, I can... Are we having a conversation?
Buffy Summers: What? No! No... Maybe.
Spike: Hmm...
Buffy Summers: What?
Spike: Well, isn't this usually the part where you kick me in the head and run out, virtue fluttering?
Buffy Summers: That's the plan... as soon as my legs start working.
Spike: [laughs] You were amazing.
Buffy Summers: You got the job done, yourself.

[Buffy is anxious to leave after they've spent all night making love, and Spike is peeved]
Spike: What is this to you... this thing we have?
Buffy Summers: What? We don't have a... thing. We have "this." That's all.
Spike: Do you even like me?
Buffy Summers: [pause] Sometimes.
Spike: But you like what I do to you.
[she doesn't answer. He pulls out a pair of handcuffs and dangles them]
Spike: Do you trust me?
Buffy Summers: [long pause] Never.

[in an alley behind the police station]
Buffy Summers: [angrily] What did you do?
Spike: What I had to. I went back and I took care of it. It doesn't matter now. No one will ever find her.
[two cops exit from the front of the police station]
Cop #1: Where'd they find her?
Cop #2: The river. She washed up half a mile from the cemetery.
Spike: Oh, balls.

Buffy Summers: A girl is dead because of me.
Spike: And how many people are alive because of you? How many have you saved? One dead girl doesn't tip the scale.
Buffy Summers: That's all it is to you, isn't it? Just another body.
Spike: Buffy...
[she hits him]
Buffy Summers: You can't understand why this is killing me, can you?
Spike: Why don't you explain it?
[she starts beating him up]
Spike: Come on. That's it. Put it on me. Put it all on me. That's my girl.
Buffy Summers: I am not your girl.
[knocks him down and starts pounding him]
Buffy Summers: You don't... have a soul! There is nothing good or clean in you! You are dead inside! You can't feel anything real. I could never be your girl.
[she eventually stops beating him]
Spike: You always hurt... the one you love, pet.