"You listen to me. 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 prefer you didn't. I 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. 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: It's not your fault. You're not the one doing this.
Spike: I already did it. Its already done. You wanna know what I've done to girls Dawn's age? This is me Buffy. You've got to kill me before I get out.
Buffy Summers: We can keep you locked up. Keep you here and we'll figure out...
Spike: Have you ever really asked yourself why you can't do it? Off me? After everything I've done to you, to people around you. It's not love. We both know that.
Buffy Summers: You fought by my side. You've saved lives, you've helped...
Spike: Don't do that. Don't rationalize this into some noble act. 'Cause we both know the truth of it. You like men who hurt you.
Buffy Summers: No.
Spike: You need the pain we cause you. You need the hate. You need it to do your job, to be the Slayer.
Buffy Summers: No. I don't hate like that. Not you, or myself. Not anymore.
Buffybot: That'll put marzipan in your pie plate, bingo!
Spike to Willow: What's with the Dadaism, Red?
Tara: Yeah, she says that pie thing every time she stakes a vamp now.
Willow: I don't know, I was trying to program in some new puns and I kinda ended up with word salad.
Buffybot: I think it's funny!
Willow: It's a glitch, I'll fix it.
Giles: We just can't have her messing up in front of the wrong person. Or the wrong thing. We need the world and the underworld to believe that Buffy is alive and well.
Willow: And I will therefore fix it. I got her head back on, didn't I? And I got her off those knock-knock jokes.
Buffybot: Ooh, who's there?
Xander: You know, if we want her to be exactly...
Spike: She'll never be exactly.
Xander: I know.
Tara: The only really real Buffy is really Buffy.
Giles: And she's gone.
Buffybot, still doing a knock-knock joke: 'If we want her to be exactly she'll never be exactly I know the only really real Buffy is really Buffy and she's gone' who?
"You listen to me. 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 prefer you didn't. I don't exactly have a reputation for being a thinker. I follow my blood, which d...