School Hard
Drusilla: Do you like daisies? Hmm? I plant them, but they always die. Everything I put in the ground withers and dies. Spike? I'm cold.
Spike: I've got you.
Drusilla: I'm a princess.
Spike: That's what you are.
Drusilla: Miss Edith speaks out of turn. She's a bad example, and will have no cakes tonight.
Drusilla: I think sometimes that all my hair will fall out and I'll be bald.
Sheila: Who are you?
Spike: Who do you want me to be?
Buffy: Do we really need weapons for this?
Spike: I just like them. They make me feel all manly.
Spike: That's just... neat.
Spike: I'm a bad, rude man.
Ford: I know who you are.
Spike: Yeah, I know who I am, too. So what?
Ford: I came looking for you, Spike. You are Spike, right? William the Bloody?
Spike: You've got a real death wish. It's almost interesting.
Drusilla: It hums. I can hear it.
Dalton: What about the Slayer? She almost blew the whole thing for us. She's trouble.
Spike: You DON'T say? Trouble?! She's the gnat in my ear! The gristle in my teeth! She's the bloody thorn in my BLOODY SIDE!
Drusilla: Spike?
Spike: We gotta do something. We'll never complete your cure with that BITCH breathing down our necks. I need to bring in the big guns. They'll take care of her once and for all.
Dalton: Big guns?
Spike: The Order of Taraka.
Drusilla: He's passing under our feet right now.
Spike: No worries. We're close to decoding the manuscript. We just need a bit more time.
Drusilla: Time is ours. It brings the Slayer closer to them.
