James Marsters: Spike

Touched

Spike

Spike: 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'd 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.
Buffy Summers: [through tears] I don't wanna be the One.
Spike: I don't wanna be this good-looking and athletic. We all have crosses to bear.

Spike: So, uh, Buffy took some time off right in the middle of the apocalypse and it was her decision.
Xander Harris: Well, we all decided.
Spike: Oh yeah. *You* all decided.
[chuckles]
Spike: You sad, sad, ungrateful traitors! Who do you think you are?
Willow Rosenberg: We're her friends. We just wanted...
Spike: Oh, that's ballsy of you! You're her *friends* and you betray her like this.
Rupert Giles: Uh, you don't understand.
Spike: You know, I think I do... Rupert. You used to be the big man, didn't you. The teacher, all full of wisdom. Now she's *surpassed* you, and you can't handle it. She has saved your lives again and again. She has *died* for you, and this is how you thank her.

Spike: No?
Buffy Summers: No.
Spike: You mean no as in "eventually"?
Buffy Summers: You really have problems with that word, don't you?
Spike: You can get them back!
Buffy Summers: Can? Maybe. Should? I'm just so tired.
Spike: They need you!
Buffy Summers: Well, I...
Spike: It's bloody chaos over there without you!
Buffy Summers: It is?
Spike: Yeah! Yeah. It's uh... There's junk. You know, food cartons. Sleeping bags not rolled up. Everyone's very scared and, uh, unkempt.
Buffy Summers: Sounds dire.
Spike: I didn't see a lot. I came, hit Faith a bunch of times, and left.
Buffy Summers: Really? I mean, not that I'm glad, but...
Spike: Oh, you say the word and she's a footnote in history. I'll make it look like a painful accident.
Buffy Summers: That's my problem. I say the word, some girl dies. Every time.

Andrew Wells: Hi, everybody. I missed you guys a lot. Sorry it took so long to get back from our mission mission, but we had to wait out the sun. Uh, I think our- our mission went very well. We, uh, we rode on Spike's hog, which was very cool, and, uh, uh, played some amusing games, and, uh- Oh! We got some information. You know what? I really need to urinate.
Spike: He's a breath of fresh air, innit he?
[sighs]
Spike: Thank God I don't breathe.