Spike: [as Rachel] How can I thank you, you mysterious black-clad hunk of a night thing?

Spike: [as Angel] No need, little lady, your tears of gratitude are enough for me. You see, I was once a... more

Say no more. Evil’s still afoot! And I’m almost out of that Nancy-boy hair-gel that I like so much. Quickly, to the Angel-mobile, away!

Illyria: You ask me to allow you to murder me.
Spike (brightly): It's not murder if you say yes.

Illyria: You'll have proof soon enough. A corrupted ruler on such a path sees treachery and betrayal all around him. He cannot suffer intimates and will eventually turn against them.

Spike: Guess... more

Angel: I'm in a meeting, Spike.

Spike: Oh, I'm sorry - I didn't care.

You're a bloody puppet.

Angel: Get the hell away from me, Spike.



Spike: Would that I could, you big ape.

Spike: [as Rachel] How can I thank you, you mysterious black-clad hunk of a night thing?
Spike: [as Angel] No need, little lady, your tears of gratitude are enough for me. You see, I was once a... more

Drusilla sired me. You made me a monster.

Spike: "Come on, Hero. Tell me more.~punches Angel~ Teach me what it's like.~punches Angel~ And I'll tell you why you can't stand the bloody sight of me. ~punches Angel~ Because every time you... more