James Marsters: Spike

Something Blue

Spike

Buffy Summers: Oh... honey, we need to talk about the invitations. Now, do you wanna be "William the Bloody" or just Spike... 'cause either way, it's gonna look majorly weird.
Spike: Whereas the name "Buffy" gives it that touch of classic elegance.
Buffy Summers: What's wrong with "Buffy"?
Rupert Giles: Oh, such a good question.

[Giles is blind, Xander is a demon magnet, and Buffy and Spike engaged while under Willow's spell]
Buffy Summers: She did a spell.
Rupert Giles: Yes. To have her will done. Whatever she says is coming true.
Buffy Summers: And you were both affected! I probably only escaped because I'm the Slayer. Some kind of natural immunity.
Xander Harris: Yeah, right. You're marrying Spike because you're so right for each other.
Buffy Summers: Xander!
Spike: That's it. You're off the usher list.

Spike: [chained to Giles' bath] Passions is on! Timmy's down the bloody well, and if you make me miss it, I'll...
Rupert Giles: You'll do what? Lick me to death?

Spike: Well, I'm not the one who wanted "Wind Beneath My Wings" for the first dance.
[everyone looks at Buffy]
Buffy Summers: [ashamed] That was the spell.

Buffy Summers: You know what? I don't think you want us to let you go. Maybe we made it a little too comfy in here for ya.
Spike: Comfy? I'm chained in a bathtub drinkin' pig's blood from a novelty mug. Doesn't rate huge in the Zagat's guide.

Buffy Summers: You want something nicer...? Oh, look at my poor neck... all bare and tender and exposed. All that blood, just pumping away.
Rupert Giles: Oh, please.
Spike: Giles, make her stop.
Rupert Giles: [walking out] If those two don't kill each other... I might lend a hand.

Rupert Giles: Spike, we have no intention of killing a harmless, um, creature. But we-we have to know what's been done to you. We-We-We can't let you go until we're sure that you're-you're impotent or...
Spike: Hey!
Rupert Giles: Sorry, poor choice of words. Until we know that you're-you're...
Buffy Summers: Flaccid?
Spike: You are one step away, missy.
Buffy Summers: Giles, help. He's gonna scold me.

Buffy Summers: Ohh... there's so much to decide... ceremony, guests, reception.
Spike: Well, first thing I'd say, we're not having a church wedding.
Buffy Summers: How about a daytime ceremony in the park?
Spike: Fabulous. Enjoy your honeymoon with the Big Pile of Dust.
Buffy Summers: Under the trees. Indirect sunlight only.
Spike: A warm spring breeze tosses the leaves aside, and again, you're registering as Mr and Mrs Big Pile of Dust.
Buffy Summers: top it! This is our wedding and you're treating it like a big joke.