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Sleeper Quotes
Sleeper Quotes

Xander: OK, OK, I'm coming. I'm up. It's 4:30 in the morning. Sweet mamalooshin.

Willow: It's the Big Bad, Dawn. The one we knew was coming.
Dawn: But, that's what she said. Mom, she said that things were coming, that things were on their way, and that she loves us. So, it had to be her, right? I mean, her warning was true.
Willow: I don't know. I just don't think we can trust anything right now.
Dawn: So maybe the evil thing messing with you was here too. Only maybe it was the thing trying to keep mom away. 'Cause she was trying to protect me. Maybe.

Xander: Why would a vampire lie about who sired him? What's that? Some kind of status symbol for the undead. My sire can beat up your sire.
Buffy: I'm not saying I don't believe him.
Xander: You just don't want to. OK, let's look at this objectively. Figure it out in a cold, impersonal, CSI-like manner 'cause we're a couple of carpet fibers away from a case.
Buffy: Spike can't be the one doing this. He couldn't if he wanted to.
Xander: Why not?
Buffy: Well, for one thing, pain chip, remember? He can't hurt anyone.
Xander: Didn't stop him from hurting you. Hey, objective here. Maybe the chip's not working anymore.
Buffy: Oh, it's working. I've seen it.
Xander: Is it? Or is that what Spike wants you to think?
Buffy: You think it's an act?
Xander: I don't really know. And neither do you.
Buffy: No, mm-mmm. There's something. I-I can feel it. He's different. He's changed. And, if it is an act, then the Oscar goes to...

Xander: Come on, Anya. You said you'd do it on the phone.
Anya: Yeah, but that— That was before you told me Spike's killing again, and now you want me to be alone with him?
Xander: You didn't mind being alone with him before.
Anya: What was that?
Xander: Nothing. Look, we don't actually know that he's killed anyone. You know, lately. Might all just be a mistake.
Anya: Yeah, but you don't think so. OK, have you searched his room for clues? Trophies from victims? Killers like to keep trophies sometimes. Scalps, necklaces made from human teeth.
Xander: You know, it didn't occur to me to look, but thanks for the tip. OK, so you'll be safe in here. Plenty of sunlight for you to hide in.
Anya: What? That's it? You're not at least gonna like leave me a crossbow or a flame thrower? Something to protect myself?
Xander: We don't want him to know we suspect anything. Besides if he tries to leave, I don't want you confronting him. Call Buffy and just let her know that he's on the move. You're gonna be fine.
Anya: Better be, because if I get vamped, I'm gonna bite your ass.
Xander: Wouldn't be the first time.

Buffy: What the hell happened? Downstairs looks like—
Willow: Hell happened? Yeah. This big evil that's been promising to devour us— well I think it's started chomping.
Buffy: Oh, God. And it started with Dawn?
Willow: Both of us. Buffy, this thing knows us. It made us think that we were talking to people we knew. Mine said it came with a message from Tara. But Dawn actually saw... your Mother. This thing—it had me for a while—I mean, before it started letting loose with the pulse-pounding terror. But before that, the lies were very convincing. It just seems real.

Spike: Anya, do be specific and tell a fellow just exactly what you're doing here.
Anya: Well, Spike... I'm here, obviously... for... um... sex.
Spike: Uh, beg pardon.
Anya: You and me. Here and now. Let's go. Let's... get it on, you big bad boy.
Spike: Wait, wait, Anya. Just a minute. This is not exactly— is that a stake?
Anya: Yes. Kinky.
Spike: Uh, well, yeah, but what do you—?
Anya: Shh. No questions. No talking. I can't help it. I can't stop thinking about you and us and our brief but unforgettable time together. I mean, it's—why else would I be here? I mean, it's not like I'm snooping around looking for proof that you're some sort of wacked out serial killer. I don't know why I said that. Forget I said that. It's craziness talking. It's just nerves. Nerves. Nerves and-and horniness. Oh, just shut up, William, and take me. Take me now.

Spike: It's not that I'm not tempted. Obviously, if things were different, you're a ripe catch.
Anya: I got it. No problem, I understand. You think I'm fat.
Spike: What?
Anya: Well, it's either that or the haircut.
Spike: Ridiculous. The do's quite fetching.
Anya: Oh, right. Now you like the haircut.
Spike: Love it.
Anya: Sure, as a friend.
Spike: Anya.
Anya: You know, you were a lot more fun when you didn't have a soul.
Spike: Oh, come on. Now, I've just explained to you—
Anya: All I'm saying is soulless Spike would have had me upside down and half way to happy land by now.
Spike: I need my pants.

Spike: Well, I certainly didn't off her. Where are you getting this? You know I can't.
Buffy: Right. The chip.
Spike: No, not the chip! Not the chip, dammit. You honestly think I'd go to the end of the underworld and back to get my soul and then— Buffy, I can barely live with what I did. It haunts me. All of it. If you think that I would add to the body count now, you are crazy.
Buffy: So, what—you just troll the Promenade looking for drunk co-eds cause you're hungry for conversation?

Dawn: You only think Spike is turning people 'cause that vampire told you so, right? But that night we were all told things that weren't true.
Willow: Maybe.
Dawn: What? What maybe.
Willow: Well, just because those weren't the spirits of, you know, our people—just because it was some evil thing, doesn't mean what they said can't be true.
Anya: I used to tell the truth all the time when I was evil.

Spike: Friendly warning, pet. I'm the type best left alone.
Young Woman: Huh. I get it. You'd rather I slip into something more comfortable. Should we pick off the crowd one-by-one, or block the exits and ravish the place?
Spike: Get away from me.
Young Woman: What's with the wallflower act? You didn't seem so shy when you were biting me. I'm not asking if you wanna be soul mates, just figured you'd wanna have some fun. I take him, you take her—or the other way around. Whatever.
Spike: No, you're lying!
Young Woman: Is that all I was to you—a one-bite stand?

Bouncer: Hey, sweetheart. If you wanna go in, go ahead.
Buffy: Oh, uh, actually, I need some help. I'm looking for this guy. Bleach-blonde hair, leather jacket, British accent? Kind of sallow, but in a hot way?
Bouncer: Yeah, yeah, I know the guy. Billy Idol wannabe?
Buffy: Actually, Billy Idol stole his look from—never mind. Has he been here?

Spike: I've been remembering. The girl. I walked her home. The one you saw. And the one before that. And I think I killed her. And I think I—I think I killed the lady who lived here. And there might be others.
Buffy: Oh, my God.
Spike: Here. I-I think I buried them here.
Buffy: Spike, why?
Spike: Well, I don't know, do I? I don't even know how. Shouldn't be able—

Spike: Do it fast, OK? He said you'd do it.
Buffy: Who said?
Spike: Me. It was me. I saw it. I was here the whole time, talking and singing. There was a song.
Buffy: What are you talking about?
Spike: I don't know. Please, I don't remember. Don't make me remember. Make it so I forget again! I did what you wanted!
Buffy: There's something here.
Spike: Oh, God, no, please. I need that. I can't cry the soul out of me. It won't come. I killed, and I can feel 'em. I can feel every one of them.
Buffy: There's something playing with us. All of us.
Spike: What is it? Why is it doing this to me?
Buffy: I don't know.
Spike: Will you... Help me. Can you help me?
Buffy: I'll help you.

Buffy: Look, there's something evil working us, and if we are ever gonna have a chance to fight it, we need to learn everything we can about it. This thing has been closer to Spike than any of us.
Willow: And if you want to understand it...
Buffy: I'm gonna have to get close to Spike.
Xander: Nah, it's too dangerous.
Buffy: I don't have a choice. Whatever this thing is, from beneath us, it's bad, and it's only getting worse.

The Usual
The Usual

Random Quotage:

You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love till it kills you both. You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other till it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends. Love isn't brains, children, it's blood... blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it.
-Spike (Lover's Walk)

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