BARGAINING I and II (6.1 and 6.2)

SPIKE: Oh, poor Watcher. Did your life pass before your eyes? Cuppa tea, cuppa tea, almost got shagged, cuppa tea?
 
 

AFTER LIFE (6.3)
 
 

BUFFY: How long was I gone?
SPIKE: Hundred forty-seven days yesterday. Uh ... hundred forty-eight today. 'Cept today doesn't count, does it?

 SPIKE: Willow knew there was a chance that she'd come back wrong. So wrong that you'd have ... that she would have to get rid of what came back. And I wouldn't let her. If any part of that was Buffy, I wouldn't let her. And that's why she shut me out.

 SPIKE: That's the thing about magic. There's always consequences. Always!

 SPIKE: Uh ... I do remember what I said. The promise. To protect her. If I had done that ... even if I didn't make it ... you wouldn't have had to jump. But I want you to know I did save you. Not when it counted, of course, but ... after that. Every night after that. I'd see it all again ... do something different. Faster or more clever, you know? Dozens of times, lots of different ways ... every night I save you.

 BUFFY: Spike, it's daylight and you're-
SPIKE: Not on fire? Sun's low enough, shady enough here. I was gonna go inside, but I overheard you and the Super-friends exchanging a special moment and I came over a bit queasy. Say, aren't you leaving a hole in the middle of some soggy group hug?
 
 

FLOODED (6.4)

BUFFY: Why are you always around when I'm miserable?
SPIKE: 'Cause that's when you're alone, I reckon. I'm not one for crowds myself these days.
BUFFY: Me neither.
SPIKE: That works out nicely then.

LIFE SERIAL (6.5)

BUFFY: Life is stupid.
SPIKE: I have a dim memory of that, yeah. And I didn't figure you were here cadging my whiskey 'cause life's all full of blood and peaches.

 SPIKE: You're not a schoolgirl. You're not a shop girl. You're a creature of the darkness. Like me. Try on my world. See how good it feels.
 
 

ALL THE WAY (6.6)

SPIKE: Feel like a bit of the rough and tumble?
BUFFY: What?
SPIKE: Me ... you... Patrolling? Hello?
BUFFY: Oh. Uh ... I ... should stay. Maybe tomorrow.
SPIKE: It's not like I don't already have plans. Great Pumpkin's on in twenty.

 SPIKE: No. I'm a rebel. You're an idiot.
 
 

ONCE MORE WITH FEELING (6.7)

SPIKE: Well, I've seen some damn funny things in the last two days. A 600 pound Chirago demon making like Yma Sumac, that one will stay with you.

 SONG: REST IN PEACE

 I died so many years ago.
But you can make me feel like it isn't so
And why you come to be with me I think I finally know
Mmm, mmm.

 You're scared. Ashamed of what you feel
And you can't tell the ones you love, you know they couldn't deal
Whisper in a dead man's ear, it doesn't make it real.

That's great. But I don't wanna play.
'Cause being with you touches me more than I can say.
But since I'm only dead to you I'm saying stay away
And let me rest in peace

 Let me rest in peace
Let me get some sleep
Let me take my love and bury it
In a hole six foot deep
I can lay my body down
But I can't find my sweet release
So let me rest in peace!

 You know you've got a willing slave
And you just love to play the thought that you might misbehave.
But till you do I'm telling you, stop visiting my grave
And let me rest in peace.

 I know I should go
But I follow you like a man possessed
There's a traitor here beneath my breast
And it hurts me more than you've ever guessed
If my heart could beat, it would break my chest
But I can see you're unimpressed
So leave me be.

 And let me rest in peace
Let me get some sleep
Let me take my love and bury it
In a hole six foot deep
I can lay my body down
But I can't find my sweet release...
Let me rest in peace.

 Why won't you
Let me rest in peace?

 SPIKE: (spoken) So ... you're not staying then?

 SONG: LIFE'S A SHOW

 Life's not a song
Life isn't bliss
Life is just this
It's living

 You'll get along
The pain that you feel
You only can heal
By living

 You have to go one living
So one of us is living.

 SPIKE: You should go back inside. Finish the big group sing. Get your kum-ba-yayas out.
BUFFY: I don't want to.
SPIKE: The day you suss out what you do want, there'll probably be a parade. Seventy-six bloody trombones.

TABULA RASA (6.8)

SPIKE: We ... we kissed, you and me. All Gone With The Wind, with the rising music, and the rising ... music, and what was that, Buffy?

 SPIKE: Oh, listen to Mary Poppins. He's got his crust all stiff and upper with that nancy-boy accent. You Englishmen are always so... (pauses) Bloody hell! (ticks off on his fingers) Sodding, blimey, shagging, knickers, bollocks, oh God! I'm English!

 SPIKE: 'Made with care for Randy.' (looks at Giles angrily) Randy Giles? Why not just call me 'Horny Giles,' or 'Desperate for a Shag Giles'? I knew there was a reason I hated you!

 SPIKE: Dad can drive. He's bound to have some classic midlife-crisis transport. (puts arm around Giles's shoulder) Something red, shiny, shaped like a penis.

 SPIKE: Hey, I'm a superhero too!

 BUFFY: You're a vampire!
SPIKE: How can you say - I, me, a vampire? No.
BUFFY: Check the lumpies. And the teeth. I kill your kind.
SPIKE: And I bite yours. So how come I don't wanna bite you? And why am I fightin' other vampires? I must be a noble vampire. A good guy. On a mission of redemption. I help the hopeless. I'm a vampire with a soul.
BUFFY: A vampire with a soul? Oh my god, how lame is that?

 SPIKE: I'm a hero really. I mean, to be cast such an ugly lot in life and then to rise above it. To seek out better, nobler things. It's inspirational, isn't it? And the two of us... (gestures from Buffy to himself) natural enemies, thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness. Utter trust. No thought of me biting you, no thought of you staking me.
BUFFY: Depends on how long you keep on yapping.
 
 

SMASHED (6.9)

SPIKE: You'd think if the government was gonna put a chip in my head, they'd at least make it so I could attack criminals and that sort.

 BUFFY: But ... when I kissed you ... you know I was thinking about Giles, right?
SPIKE: You know, I always wondered about you two.
BUFFY: What? Oh, gross, Spike! He left. I was depressed. Ergo vulnerability and, and bad kissing decisions. Okay, but, that's all that it was. You have to let it go.
SPIKE: Did it work?
BUFFY: What?
SPIKE: You convince yourself?

 SPIKE: That's right, you should scream. Creature of the night here, yeah? Some people forget that.
WOMAN: Please.
SPIKE: She thinks I'm housebroken. She forgot who she's dealing with.
WOMAN: Anything you want, please-
SPIKE: Just 'cause she's confused about where she fits in, I'm supposed to be too? 'Cause I'm not. I know what I am. I'm dangerous. I'm evil.
WOMAN: I-I'm sure you're not evil.
SPIKE: Yes, I am. I am a killer. That's what I do. I kill. And, yeah, maybe it's been a long time, but ... it's not like you forget how. You just ... do it. And now I can, again, all right? So here goes. This might hurt a little.

 SPIKE: Examine my chip, or else Mister... (looks at the label on the stand) ...Fett here is the first to die.

 SPIKE: Help me out here, Spock, I don't speak loser.

 SPIKE: I'm in love with you.
BUFFY: You're in love with pain. Admit it. You like me ... because you enjoy getting beat down. So really, who's screwed up?
SPIKE: Hello! Vampire! I'm supposed to be treading on the dark side. What's your excuse?

 SPIKE: I wasn't planning on hurting you. Much.
BUFFY: You haven't even come close to hurting me.
SPIKE: Afraid to give me the chance?
 
 

WRECKED (6.10)

BUFFY: When ... when did the building fall down?
SPIKE: I don't know. Must have been sometime between the first time and the, uh...

 SPIKE: So, what now? You go back to treating me like dirt till the next time you get an itch you can't scratch? Well, forget it. Last night changed things. I'm done being your whipping boy.
BUFFY: Nothing's changed. It was a mistake.
SPIKE: You can act as high and mighty as you like ... but I know where you live now, Slayer. I've tasted it.

 BUFFY: Get dressed. Dawn's missing.
SPIKE: Again? Ever think about a Lojack for the girl?

 BUFFY: Will you quit that? The only thing that's different is that I'm disgusted with myself. That's the power of your charms. Last night ... was the most perverse ... degrading experience of my life.
SPIKE: (smiles fondly) Yeah. Me too.
BUFFY: That might be how you get off, but it's not my style.
SPIKE: No, it's your calling. Gave me a run for my money, Slayer.
 
 

GONE (6.11)

SPIKE: (walks over to her) So, um ... what should I call you then? Pet?
Buffy just looks at him as he leans right up in her face.
SPIKE: (grinning) Sweetheart? My, uh ... (fondling a piece of her hair) little goldilocks?

SPIKE: Ah-ah-ah! This flapjack's not ready to be flipped.

XANDER: What are you doing?
SPIKE: What am I ... What does it look like I'm doing, you nit? I'm exercising, aren't I?

SPIKE: This vanishing act's right liberating for you, innit? Go anywhere you want. Do anything you want. (walks along the bed, holding the glass) Or anyone.
INVISIBLE BUFFY: What are you talking ab-
SPIKE: The only reason you're here, is that you're not here. (drinking)

INVISIBLE BUFFY: Free of rules and reports ... free of this life.
SPIKE: Free of life? Got another name for that. Dead.

SPIKE: Yeah, now! But sooner or later your chums are gonna work out a way to bring you back to living color. (lets her go) You need to go. Get dressed if you can find your clothes, and push off. 'Cause if I can't have all of you, I'd rather-
 
 

DOUBLEMEAT PALACE (6.12)

BUFFY: I'm working. Go away.
SPIKE: Yeah, and you chose to be in the consumer service profession, and I'm a consumer. (smirking) Service me.
BUFFY: (not amused) Order something or go.
SPIKE: (sighs) Give a bloke a chance for his eyes to adjust. Damn fluorescent lights. Makes me look dead.

SPIKE: Some demons love 'em. The way they vibrate makes the skin twitch. That the kinda demon you are, luv?
BUFFY: I am not a demon. I don't know why you can hit me, but (firmly) I am not a demon.
SPIKE: Oh. I see. That why you took this job? Prove something to yourself? A normal job for a normal girl? (shakes his head) Good way to drive yourself crazy, that is.

SPIKE: You're not happy here.
BUFFY: (quietly) Please don't make this harder.
SPIKE: You don't belong here. You're something ... you're better than this.
BUFFY: I need the money.
SPIKE: I can get money. (gestures with his head) Walk with me now, come on.
 
 

DEAD THINGS (6.13)

BUFFY: You know, this place is okay for a hole in the ground. You fixed it up.
SPIKE: Well, I ate a decorator once. Maybe something stuck.
BUFFY: I've been thinking about doing something to my room.
SPIKE: (moving closer to her) Yeah?
BUFFY: Yeah, I think the New Kids On The Block posters are starting to date me.
SPIKE: (chuckles) Well, if you want, I can...

SPIKE: Are we having a conversation?
BUFFY: What? No! No. (pause) Maybe.
SPIKE: Hmm.
BUFFY: What?
SPIKE: Well, isn't this usually the part where you ... kick me in the head and run out, virtue fluttering?

SPIKE: (whispers) You were amazing.
BUFFY: (softly) You got the job done yourself.
SPIKE: I was just trying to keep up. The things you do ... (Buffy looks embarrassed. Spike smirks) ...the way you make it hurt in all the wrong places. I've never been with such an animal.

BUFFY: I'm not an animal.
SPIKE: You wanna see the bite marks?

SPIKE: Do you even like me?
Beat. Buffy stares at Spike. He just waits.
BUFFY: (softly) Sometimes. (looks away)
SPIKE: But you like what I do to you.
Buffy still doesn't look at him.
After a moment Spike turns and reaches for something behind him.
Jingling noise. Buffy looks up, and her eyes widen.
Spike holds up a pair of handcuffs.
SPIKE: Do you trust me?
BUFFY: Never.

SPIKE: (O.S.) You see ... you try to be with them...
Spike walks up behind Buffy.
SPIKE: ...but you always end up in the dark ... (whispering in her ear) ...with me.
He moves up right behind Buffy, looks where she's looking. Shot of the Scoobies from Buffy's POV.
SPIKE: What would they think of you ... if they found out ... all the things you've done?
He puts his hand on her bare shoulder and strokes slowly down her arm.
SPIKE: If they knew ... who you really were?

SPIKE: So you thought you could just slip away, then? Vampire, remember?
He walks up close to her as she frowns in confusion.
SPIKE: I could feel you.

SPIKE: You're not going in there.
BUFFY: I have to do this. Just let me go.
SPIKE: I can't. I love you.
BUFFY: (upset) No, you don't.
SPIKE: (harshly) You think I haven't tried not to?

SPIKE: Why are you doing this to yourself?
BUFFY: (tearful) A girl is dead because of me.
SPIKE: And how many people are alive because of you? How many have you saved? One dead girl doesn't tip the scale.

SPIKE: (slurred) You always hurt ... the one you love, pet.
 
 

OLDER AND FAR AWAY (6.14)

SPIKE: You wanna slip away for a minute, luv?
BUFFY: What?
SPIKE: I'll let you blow out my candles.

SPIKE: I had ... a ... muscle cramp. Buffy was, uh, helping.
TARA: (small grin) A muscle cramp? In your ... (looks down at him, then away) pants?
SPIKE: What, it's a thing.

HALFREK: (shocked whisper) William?
SPIKE: (frowning) Hey, wait a minute.
BUFFY: You guys know each other?
Shot of Willow, Clem, Sophie, and Tara getting up and approaching slowly.
Halfrek still staring at Spike, but now she snaps out of it.
HALFREK: (quickly) Uh, no. (laughs) No.
She fiddles with her hair nervously.
SPIKE: (still frowning) Not really.
 
 

AS YOU WERE (6.15)

SPIKE: I hear you're serious. So am I. I want you ... you want me...
Cut to a closer shot as Buffy has her back up against the tree and Spike is right in her face.
SPIKE: ...I can't go inside, so ... maybe the time is right ... for you to come outside.

SPIKE: Buffy. Hey now. (puts the book down, stands) If I'd-a known you were coming, I'd-a baked a cake.

BUFFY: (quietly) Tell me you love me.
SPIKE: (surprised) I love you. You know I do.
She takes a couple of steps closer.
BUFFY: Tell me you want me.
SPIKE: (whispers) I always want you. In point of fact-

SPIKE: Well, looky here. I don't usually use the word delicious...
Shot of Riley standing there looking at them, large gun in hand.
SPIKE: ...but I've gotta wager this little tableau must sting a bit, eh? Me and your former? Must kill. What can I say? Girl just needs a little monster in her man.

RILEY: I'm taking this place apart until I find that nest.
SPIKE: Over my dead body.
RILEY: I've seen enough of your dead body for one night, thanks.

SPIKE: Well, that's bloody funny coming from you! No more games? (Buffy rolling her eyes) That's all you've ever done is play me. You keep playing with rules you make up as you like. You know what I am. You've always known. You come to me all the same.

BUFFY: And I'm not here to bust your chops about your stupid scheme, either. That's just you. I should have remembered.
SPIKE: So this is worse then, is it, this is you telling me-
BUFFY: It's over.
SPIKE: (smiles, moves closer to her) I've memorized this tune, luv. Think I have the sheet music. Doesn't change what you want.
BUFFY: I know that. (pauses) I do want you. (Spike looking surprised) Being with you ... makes things ... simpler. For a little while.
SPIKE: I don't call five hours straight a little while.
BUFFY: I'm using you.
 
 

HELL'S BELLS (6.16)

SPIKE: It's a happy occasion. You meet my friend?
BUFFY: No. Not yet. But she seems like a very nice attempt at making me jealous.
SPIKE: (small smile) Is it working?
BUFFY: (quietly) A little. It doesn't change anything ... but if you're wildly curious, yeah, it hurts.
SPIKE: (softly) I'm sorry. (remembers himself) Or, Good!

SPIKE: You want us to go?
BUFFY: No. No, I ... you have every right to be here. I pretty much deserve-
SPIKE: That's not true, you... (sighs, looks at the ceiling) God, this is hard.
BUFFY: Yeah.
SPIKE: (sighs) I think we'll go.
BUFFY: Go where? To your place?
SPIKE: (not thrilled) Yeah, I suppose. That was the idea.
BUFFY: Yeah.
SPIKE: (defensively) Evil.
BUFFY: Of course.
SPIKE: But I won't. Or I... (frustrated) I'll just go. Give 'em my best or whatever. The happy couple.
BUFFY: I will.
SPIKE: (quietly) It's nice to watch you be happy. For them, even. I don't see it a lot. You, uh... you glow.
BUFFY: (smiles) That's because the dress is radioactive.

SPIKE: But it hurts?
She stops, turns back.
BUFFY: Yeah.
SPIKE: (quietly) Thanks.
 
 

NORMAL AGAIN (6.17)

BUFFY: And, Xander ... thinks maybe they can still get back together, but ... he hurt her a lot.
SPIKE: Yeah, well ... some people can't see a good thing when they've got it.

XANDER: I don't need this crap from you.
SPIKE: Right. Let's not listen to Spike. (turns to look at Buffy) Might get a bit of the truth on you.

SPIKE: (calls) Put a little ice on the back of her neck.
He turns away, picks up his bag of groceries.
SPIKE: (to himself) She likes that.

SPIKE: So, she's having the wiggins, is she? Thinks none of us are real. Bloody self-centered, if you ask me.
XANDER: Spike, we need muscle, not color commentary.
SPIKE: On the other hand, it might explain some things -- this all being in that twisted brain of hers. Yeah. Thinks up some chip in my head. Make me soft, fall in love with her, then turn me into her soddin' sex slave-
XANDER: What?!
SPIKE: Nothing. Alternative realities. Where we're all little figments of Buffy's funny-farm delusion. You know, in a different reality, you might not have left your bride at the altar. You might have gone through with it like a man.

SPIKE: (slightly calmer) I hope you don't think this antidote's gonna rid you of that nasty martyrdom. (Buffy still not looking at him) See, I figured it out, luv. You can't help yourself. You're not drawn to the dark like I thought.
Buffy looks up at him now, still frowning.
SPIKE: You're addicted to the misery. It's why you won't tell your pals about us. Might actually have to be happy if you did. They'd either understand and help you, god forbid ... or drive you out ... where you can finally be at peace, in the dark. With me. Either way, you'd be better off for it, but you're too twisted for that. (pauses) Let yourself live, already. And stop with the bloody hero trip for a sec. We'd all be the better for it.
Buffy frowns even more, looks up at Spike again.
SPIKE: You either tell your friends about us ... or I will.
 
 

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