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caliente_ukI've still got the flu - so I decided to look at some Spike pictures to cheer myself up! :)
Note: All pictures are courtesy of Screencap Paradise. Dialogue courtesy of the Buffyverse Dialogue Database
Enjoy!
Spike is moving out of Xander's apartment:
Xander: (impatiently) You own nothing. This shouldn't be taking so long.
Spike: Hang on. Let a fella get organized.
Xander: That's my radio!
Spike: And you're what? Shocked and disappointed? I'm evil!
Anya: So, what kind of place are you looking for?
Spike: I don't know. Maybe a crypt. Some place, you know, dark and dank. But not as dark and dank as this.
Anya: Heh. It's pretty depressing, isn't it?
Spike: I've known corpses with a fresher smell. In fact, I've been one.
Xander: That's it! Let's go.
Anya: Wait. I want to give you something for your new place.
Xander: That's my lamp.
Anya: A gift is traditional. I've read about it.
Xander: That's among friends. With bitter enemies we don't give them my lamp.
Spike: It's not gonna have electricity anyway. It's a crypt, remember?
Anya: What about running water? A fridge to keep your blood fresh?
Spike: (a beat) No.
Anya: Well, that's gotta suck. You should just get a hotel room or something.
Spike: (considers) Demon girl's got a point. I need fresh blood. If I had a few bob for a room with an honor bar--
Xander: Out! Before I get the Slayer over here to kick your ass out!
Spike: Don't know why she didn't come. Say good-bye, shed a few tears.
Xander: Well, she has an appointment with somebody who's actually still *scary*!
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A meeting with Ethan gives Giles a new look:
Giles: I'm gonna feel like hell in the morning.
Ethan: Relax. Enjoy the night. We're just a couple of sorcerers. The night is still our time. Time of magic.
(They raise their glasses in a toast.)
Giles: To magic.
Giles: (yawning) I feel like hell in the morning.
Giles: Uh! Wha-- Wha--
(he touches his horns)
Giles: No!
(Leaning closer to the mirror he puts a hand on the wall and his now clawed hand goes through it.)
Giles: Damn!
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In the graveyard Spike spots a Fyarl Demon:
Spike: Well. What do I spy with my little eye? A demon. That would be . . . oh, right . . . the things I can kill.
Giles: Spike. Wonderful. A perfect end to a perfect day.
Spike: (frowning) Giles?
Giles: Go on, then. Let's get on with the fighting (realizes) You understand me?
Spike: Of course I understand you.
Giles: I'm speaking English?
Spike: No, you're speaking Fyarl. I happen to speak Fyarl. And . . . by the way, why the hell are you suddenly a Fyarl demon? You just come over all demony this morning?
Giles: As a matter of fact, I did. Thanks to Ethan Rayne. You have to help me find him. He must undo this and then he needs a . . . good being killed.
Spike: And I'm just supposed to help you out of the evilness of my heart?
Giles: Y-you help me and I-I don't kill you.
Spike: Oh, tremendously convincing. Try it again without the stutter.
Giles: Money. I could pay you money.
Spike: Oh, I like money. How much?
Giles: A h-hundred dollars.
Spike: A hundred dollars? You'll have to do a lot better than that. Two-hundred.
Giles: Fine.
Spike: Right, then.
Giles: Right, then.
Spike: So what's first? (grinning) I run and tell the Slayer what you've gotten yourself into?
Giles: No. When I find Ethan I can clear all this up without Buffy ever having to find out that anything happened to me at all.
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Giles: If you can't find third gear, don't try for third gear!
Spike: I'm doing my best. I don't know if I'm driving this thing or wearing it.
Giles: It's perfectly serviceable.
Spike: (laughs) Funny hearing a Fyarl demon say "serviceable." Had a couple of them working for me once. They're more like "Like to crush. Crush now?" Strong though. You won't meet a jar you can't open for the rest of your life.
(Giles's growls.)
Spike: What was that? Did you growl?
Spike: (suave) Two of them. English like me. But older, less attractive. One of them gave you his number.
Waitress: I threw it out. I mean, I took one look and saw that he was staying at that rat trap. No thanks.
Spike: Which rat trap?
Waitress: The one by the highway. The Sunnydale Motor Inn.
Spike: (smiles) Thank you.
(Spike notices they're being followed)
Spike: Hey, picked up a tail.
Giles: Yes. Just a little one. It hurts when I sit.
Spike: I mean someone is following us. Humvee. Military.
Giles: Well speed up. Lose them.
Spike: I got it floored. Why'd you buy this car?
Giles: Well do something. If they catch us, we'll both end up in a lab!
Spike: It's getting closer. And it's got a friend!
Giles: Damn!
(Giles slams his arm against the door but his fist finds the window and shatters it.)
Spike: Oh, sure! Dismantle the getaway car. That'll scare them.
Giles: Then slow down and I'll jump out. They'll follow you.
Spike: Hold on. These commandos. They're the same guys that are after me too. Maybe I want you around to split their attention a bit?
Giles: I'll pay you another hundred dollars.
(cut to the citroen, screaming around a corner, Giles tumbling out. The humvees stay with Spike and the citroen.)
(Spike is having a grand old time being chased by the miltary goons. He manages to lose both humvees. Checking out the rearview mirror he celebrates.)
Spike: You just try and stop me, you stupid jar--
CRASH!!! The Citroen crashes into the side of a building. an unaired version has the driver's door opening and Spike staggering out to say:
Spike: I can kill demons. I can crash cars. . . . Things are looking up!
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Buffy: You okay?
Giles: (sheepishly) Oh, um, uh, embarrassed, mostly. Ethan's wardrobe's not helping any. Uh, how did you know it was me?
Buffy: Your eyes. You're the only person in the world that can look *that* annoyed with me.
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Only one episode this time, but it's a fun one! :D
More to come over the next few days.
Past instalments can be found through my tags. :)
Note: All pictures are courtesy of Screencap Paradise. Dialogue courtesy of the Buffyverse Dialogue Database
Enjoy!
Spike is moving out of Xander's apartment:
Xander: (impatiently) You own nothing. This shouldn't be taking so long.
Spike: Hang on. Let a fella get organized.
Xander: That's my radio!
Spike: And you're what? Shocked and disappointed? I'm evil!
Anya: So, what kind of place are you looking for?
Spike: I don't know. Maybe a crypt. Some place, you know, dark and dank. But not as dark and dank as this.
Anya: Heh. It's pretty depressing, isn't it?
Spike: I've known corpses with a fresher smell. In fact, I've been one.
Xander: That's it! Let's go.
Anya: Wait. I want to give you something for your new place.
Xander: That's my lamp.
Anya: A gift is traditional. I've read about it.
Xander: That's among friends. With bitter enemies we don't give them my lamp.
Spike: It's not gonna have electricity anyway. It's a crypt, remember?
Anya: What about running water? A fridge to keep your blood fresh?
Spike: (a beat) No.
Anya: Well, that's gotta suck. You should just get a hotel room or something.
Spike: (considers) Demon girl's got a point. I need fresh blood. If I had a few bob for a room with an honor bar--
Xander: Out! Before I get the Slayer over here to kick your ass out!
Spike: Don't know why she didn't come. Say good-bye, shed a few tears.
Xander: Well, she has an appointment with somebody who's actually still *scary*!
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A meeting with Ethan gives Giles a new look:
Giles: I'm gonna feel like hell in the morning.
Ethan: Relax. Enjoy the night. We're just a couple of sorcerers. The night is still our time. Time of magic.
(They raise their glasses in a toast.)
Giles: To magic.
Giles: (yawning) I feel like hell in the morning.
Giles: Uh! Wha-- Wha--
(he touches his horns)
Giles: No!
(Leaning closer to the mirror he puts a hand on the wall and his now clawed hand goes through it.)
Giles: Damn!
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In the graveyard Spike spots a Fyarl Demon:
Spike: Well. What do I spy with my little eye? A demon. That would be . . . oh, right . . . the things I can kill.
Giles: Spike. Wonderful. A perfect end to a perfect day.
Spike: (frowning) Giles?
Giles: Go on, then. Let's get on with the fighting (realizes) You understand me?
Spike: Of course I understand you.
Giles: I'm speaking English?
Spike: No, you're speaking Fyarl. I happen to speak Fyarl. And . . . by the way, why the hell are you suddenly a Fyarl demon? You just come over all demony this morning?
Giles: As a matter of fact, I did. Thanks to Ethan Rayne. You have to help me find him. He must undo this and then he needs a . . . good being killed.
Spike: And I'm just supposed to help you out of the evilness of my heart?
Giles: Y-you help me and I-I don't kill you.
Spike: Oh, tremendously convincing. Try it again without the stutter.
Giles: Money. I could pay you money.
Spike: Oh, I like money. How much?
Giles: A h-hundred dollars.
Spike: A hundred dollars? You'll have to do a lot better than that. Two-hundred.
Giles: Fine.
Spike: Right, then.
Giles: Right, then.
Spike: So what's first? (grinning) I run and tell the Slayer what you've gotten yourself into?
Giles: No. When I find Ethan I can clear all this up without Buffy ever having to find out that anything happened to me at all.
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Giles: If you can't find third gear, don't try for third gear!
Spike: I'm doing my best. I don't know if I'm driving this thing or wearing it.
Giles: It's perfectly serviceable.
Spike: (laughs) Funny hearing a Fyarl demon say "serviceable." Had a couple of them working for me once. They're more like "Like to crush. Crush now?" Strong though. You won't meet a jar you can't open for the rest of your life.
(Giles's growls.)
Spike: What was that? Did you growl?
Spike: (suave) Two of them. English like me. But older, less attractive. One of them gave you his number.
Waitress: I threw it out. I mean, I took one look and saw that he was staying at that rat trap. No thanks.
Spike: Which rat trap?
Waitress: The one by the highway. The Sunnydale Motor Inn.
Spike: (smiles) Thank you.
(Spike notices they're being followed)
Spike: Hey, picked up a tail.
Giles: Yes. Just a little one. It hurts when I sit.
Spike: I mean someone is following us. Humvee. Military.
Giles: Well speed up. Lose them.
Spike: I got it floored. Why'd you buy this car?
Giles: Well do something. If they catch us, we'll both end up in a lab!
Spike: It's getting closer. And it's got a friend!
Giles: Damn!
(Giles slams his arm against the door but his fist finds the window and shatters it.)
Spike: Oh, sure! Dismantle the getaway car. That'll scare them.
Giles: Then slow down and I'll jump out. They'll follow you.
Spike: Hold on. These commandos. They're the same guys that are after me too. Maybe I want you around to split their attention a bit?
Giles: I'll pay you another hundred dollars.
(cut to the citroen, screaming around a corner, Giles tumbling out. The humvees stay with Spike and the citroen.)
(Spike is having a grand old time being chased by the miltary goons. He manages to lose both humvees. Checking out the rearview mirror he celebrates.)
Spike: You just try and stop me, you stupid jar--
CRASH!!! The Citroen crashes into the side of a building. an unaired version has the driver's door opening and Spike staggering out to say:
Spike: I can kill demons. I can crash cars. . . . Things are looking up!
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Buffy: You okay?
Giles: (sheepishly) Oh, um, uh, embarrassed, mostly. Ethan's wardrobe's not helping any. Uh, how did you know it was me?
Buffy: Your eyes. You're the only person in the world that can look *that* annoyed with me.
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Only one episode this time, but it's a fun one! :D
More to come over the next few days.
Past instalments can be found through my tags. :)
