Fool for Love Quotes
Fool for Love Quotes
Buffy: You know, it's probably none of my business but I just gotta ask... You smell this bad when you were alive? 'Cause if it's a post-mortem thing, then boy, is my face red... But just so you know, the fast-growing field of personal grooming has come a long way since you became a vampire.
Buffy: I can't believe I passed out. Do you think I'm a total wuss now?
Riley: Oh, yeah. I like a girl who can play a few hard sets of tennis with a major stab wound.
Buffy: You said it wasn't that bad.
Riley: I said I've seen worse. There's a difference.
Riley: So tell me about the bad guy- or guys. What do you think they were?
Riley: How many?
Riley: So... what? He was like a super-vampire or something?
Buffy: No, he was the regular kind. He just beat me.
Riley: That ever happen before?
Buffy: I'm in the best physical shape of my life. I mean, if you're asking how it happened, I don't- Dawn!
Dawn: Sorry to interrupt the sex-capades. I just wanted to tell you that Mom's coming.
Joyce: Are you disinfecting something?
Buffy: Huh? Oh, uh-
Dawn: Mine! Some nail polish experiments are doomed before they even begin.
Joyce: But you keep pushing the envelope, honey.
Dawn: Did I just pull a Slayer-related Mom cover-up thing? Come on, who's the man?
Buffy: You are. A very short, annoying man. If I show you something, you promise you won't tell?
Dawn: Oh, cool! I mean, gross!
Buffy: And Mom cannot know. Okay? You'll help me with the household stuff?
Dawn: Oh, sure. I save your butt and you dump all your chores on me. I got it. You're covered. We're good. Just lucky it's not bikini season.
Xander: What's with the hand move? Does that like mean something?
Willow: It's code. I think it breaks down to 'choo-choo'.
Anya: It means to follow him. That, or wait here for him.
Xander: Hey, Riley! What's the [hand gesture] all about?
Riley: It means yell real loud so the vampires who don't know we're coming will have a sporting chance.
Xander: See, now he's all mean and sarcastic.
Willow: That's because you were doing all the yelling, Mr. Stealthy-Pants.
Xander: You know what he's like? He's like a cat. You know, a big jungle cat. How come I'm not like that? It's just so cool.
Willow: I think you're cool.
Giles: You didn't lose last night, Buffy. You just-
Buffy: Got really close. I slipped up, Giles. I've been training harder than ever and still I... And there's nothing in any of these books to help me understand why. I mean... look, I realize that every Slayer comes with an expiration mark on the package. But I want mine to be a long time from now. Like a Cheeto. If there were just a few good descriptions of what took out the other Slayers, maybe it would help me to understand my mistake, to keep it from happening again.
Giles: Yes, well, the problem is after a final battle, it's difficult to get any... well, the Slayer's not... she's rather...
Buffy: It's okay to use the D-word, Giles.
Giles: Dead. And hence not very forthcoming.
Buffy: Why didn't the Watchers keep fuller accounts of it? The journals just stop.
Giles: Well, I suppose if they're anything like me, they just find the whole subject too-
Buffy: Unseemly? Damn. Love ya but you Watchers are such prigs sometimes.
Giles: Painful... I was going to say.
Spike: You know, there quite a few American beers that are highly underrated. This unfortunately is not one of them.
Buffy: Update, Spike. We're not here to discuss the fine choice of hops. It's about two Slayers: one in China during the Boxer Rebellion, one in New York. Both got killed by you. Tell the tale, you get the cash.
Spike: Right. You want to learn all about how I bested the Slayers and you want to learn fast. Right, then. We fought. I won. The end. Pay up.
Buffy: That's not what I-
Spike: What did you want, eh? A quick demo? A blow-for-blow description you can map out and memorize? It's not about the moves, love. And since I agreed to your little proposition, we can do this my way. Wings.
Spike: Spicy buffalo wings. Order me up a plate. I'm feelin' peckish.
Spike: As I thought. Some nasty thing got a taste of you.
Buffy: Don't get all excited. I'm fine.
Spike: Oh, right. Stuck in a dark corner with a creature you loathe, diggin' up past uglies, 'cause you're fine.
Buffy: Just tell me what I want to know.
Spike: I told you. No one's narrating on an empty stomach here.
Buffy: Were you born this big a pain in the ass?
Spike: What can I tell you, baby? I've always been bad.
William (Spike): Luminous... oh, no, no, no. Irradiant's better.
Waiter: Care for an hors d'oeuvre, sir?
William (Spike): Oh, quickly! I'm the very spirit of vexation. What's another word for 'gleaming'? It's a perfectly perfect word as many words go but the bother is nothing rhymes, you see.
Aristocrat: Ah, William! Favor us with your opinion. What do you make of this rash of disappearances sweeping through our town? Animals or thieves?
William (Spike): I prefer not to think of such dark, ugly business at all. That's what the police are for. I prefer placing my energies into creating things of beauty.
Cecily: Your poetry, it's... they're... not written about me, are they?
William (Spike): They're about how I feel.
Cecily: Yes, but are they about me?
William (Spike): Every syllable.
Cecily: Oh, God!
William (Spike): Oh, I know... it's sudden and... please, if they're no good, they're only words but... the feeling behind them... I love you, Cecily.
Cecily: Please stop!
William (Spike: I know I'm a bad poet but I'm a good man and all I ask is that... that you try to see me-
Cecily: I do see you. That's the problem. You're nothing to me, William. You're beneath me.
Drusilla: And I wonder... what possible catastrophe came crashing down from heaven and brought this dashing stranger to tears?
William (Spike): Nothing. I wish to be alone.
Drusilla: Oh, I see you. A man surrounded by fools who cannot see his strength, his vision, his glory. (beat) That and burning baby fish swimming all around your head.
William (Spike): That's quite close enough. I've heard tales of London pickpockets. You'll not be getting my purse, I tell you.
Drusilla: Don't need a purse. Your wealth lies here... and here. In the spirit and... imagination. You walk in worlds the others can't begin to imagine.
William (Spike): Oh, yes! I mean, no. I mean... mother's expecting me.
Drusilla: I see what you want. Something glowing and glistening. Something... effulgent.
William (Spike): Effulgent.
Drusilla: Do you want it?
William (Spike): Oh, yes! God, yes.
Buffy: So you traded up on the food chain. Then what?
Spike: No, please. Don't make it sound like something you'd flip past on the Discovery Channel. Becoming a vampire is a profound and powerful experience. I could feel this new strength coursing through me. Getting killed made me feel alive for the very first time. I was through living by society's rules. Decided to make a few of my own. Of course, in order to do that... I had to get myself a gang.
Angelus: You've got me and my women hiding in the luxury of a mine shaft, all because William the Bloody likes the attention. This is not a reputation we need.
Spike: Oh, I'm sorry. Did I sully our good name? We're vampires.
Angelus: All the more reason to use a certain amount of finesse.
Spike: Bollocks! That stuff's for the frilly cuffs-and-collars crowd. I'll take a good brawl any day.
Angelus: And every time you do, we become the hunted.
Darla: I think our boys are going to fight.
Drusilla: The King of Cups expects a picnic! But this is not his birthday.
Darla: Good point...
Spike: Yeah, you know what I prefer to being hunted? Getting caught.
Angelus: That's a brilliant strategy really... pure cunning.
Spike: Sod off! Come on. When was the last time you unleashed it? All out fight in a mob, back against the wall, nothing but fists and fangs? Don't you ever get tired of fights you know you're going to win?
Angelus: No. A real kill. A good kill. It takes pure artistry. Without that, we're just animals.
Spike: Lesson the first: a Slayer must always reach for her weapon. I've already got mine. A good thing, too. Become a vampire, you've got nothing to fear. Nothing but one girl. That's you, honey. Back then... it was her.
Drusilla: Oh, Spike, look at the wonderful mess you've made. That's a Slayer you've done in. Naughty... wicked... Spike.
Spike: You ever hear them saying the blood of a Slayer is a powerful aphrodisiac? Here, now... have a taste.
Spike: That was the best night of my life. And I've had some sweet ones. What are you looking at?
Buffy: You got off on it.
Spike: Well, yeah. I suppose you're telling me you don't? How many of my kind reckon you've done?
Buffy: Not enough.
Spike: And we just keep coming. But you can kill a hundred, a thousand, a thousand thousand and the enemies of Hell besides and all we need is for one of us- just one- sooner or later to have the thing we're all hoping for.
Buffy: And that would be what?
Spike: One... good... day.
Spike: Lesson the second: ask the right questions. You want to know how I beat 'em? The question isn't 'How'd I win?'. The question is 'Why'd they lose?'.
Buffy: What's the difference?
Spike: There's a big difference, love.
Spike: The first was all business but the second, she had a touch of your style. She was cunning, resourceful... oh, did I mention? Hot. I could have danced all night with that one.
Buffy: You think we're dancing?
Spike: That's all we've ever done.
Spike: And the thing about the dance is, you never get to stop. Every day you wake up, it's the same bloody question that haunts you: is today the day I die? Death is on your heels, baby, and sooner or later it's gonna catch you. And part of you wants it... not only to stop the fear and uncertainty, but because you're just a little bit in love with it. Death is your art. You make it with your hands, day after day. That final gasp. That look of peace. Part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. Every Slayer... has a death wish. Even you. The only reason you've lasted as long as you have is you've got ties to the world... your mum, your brat kid sister, the Scoobies. They all tie you here but you're just putting off the inevitable. Sooner or later, you're gonna want it. And the second- the second- that happens... You know I'll be there. I'll slip in... have myself a real good day. Here endeth the lesson. I just wonder if you'll like it as much as she did.
Buffy: Get out of my sight. Now.
Spike: Oh... did I scare ya? You're the Slayer. Do something about it. Hit me. Come on. One good swing. You know you want to.
Buffy: I mean it.
Spike: So do I. Give it me good, Buffy. Do it!
Buffy: Spike... What the hell are you doing?
Spike: Come on. I can feel it, Slayer. You know you want to dance.
Buffy: Say it's true. Say I do want to. It wouldn't be you, Spike. It would never be you. You're beneath me.
Spike: Beneath me... I'll show her. Put her six bloody feet beneath me. Hasn't got a death wish? Bitch won't need one.
Harmony: Okay, I'm trying to be supportive here so don't drive a stake through my heart like last time, but you can't kill Buffy. She's the Slayer. She is so gonna kick your ass.
Spike: I've got two barrels here that'll prove you wrong.
Harmony: I knew you'd take this personally. You are so sensitive! How are you going to kill her? Think! The second you even point that thing at her, you're gonna be all ahhh! And then you'll get bitch-slapped up and down Main Street unless she's had enough and just stakes you!
Spike: Sure, it'll hurt like hell for about two hours... But she'll be dead just a little longer than that.
Harmony: Fine! But don't come crying to me when you fail. You couldn't kill her before you got the chip. You had plenty of chances!
Drusilla: Why can't you kill her?
Spike: You're the one who keeps bringing her up! I haven't said a word about the bloody Slayer since we left California. She's on the other side of the planet, Dru!
Drusilla: But you're lying! I can still see her floating all around you, laughing. Why? Why won't you push her away?
Spike: But I did, pet. I did it for you. You keep punishing me. Carrying on with creatures like this.
Chaos Demon: Okay, you guys obviously have a thing going on here.
Drusilla: I have to find my pleasures, Spike. You taste like ashes.
Spike: So this is my fault now?
Chaos Demon: I didn't know she was seeing somebody. I should take off.
Spike: Yeah, why don't you do that?
Drusilla: You can't blame a girl, Spike. You're all covered with her. I look at you... all I see is the Slayer.
Joyce: Oh, I was hoping to put this off but... you know the nothing that I've been dealing with the last couple of weeks? It might not be nothing.
Buffy: What is it?
Joyce: I'm staying overnight at the hospital for observation. I'm getting a CAT scan. It's only one night and they say even if there is something, it's still very early if they didn't see it before. I'm going to be fine.
Buffy: I know you will.
Buffy: What do you want now?
Spike: What's wrong?
Buffy: I don't want to talk about it.
Spike: Is there something I can do?