Mar
13th
Tue
13th
Beneath You
- (What follows is probably my favorite moment in all of "Buffy The Vampire Slayer.")
- Spike: ...deep, deep, deep inside me-
- Buffy: Look, Spike, whatever you're doing-
- Spike: Get away! Get-
- Buffy: -do it somewhere else, I am through with this!
- Spike: Oh, oh, lucky girl. Call it quits, now there's an option. If only it were so easy, if only... if only... if only- what the hell are you screaming about?! I can hear you. No need to shout! Hahahaha... I get it. The joke's on me. Lots of laughs. Yeah, hey, bring the wife and kiddes, come see the show. This is gonna be a circus. This... just the beginning, love. A warm-up act. The real headliner's coming, and when that band takes the stage, all of this... all this... will come tumbling in death and screaming, horror and bloodshed. From beneath you, it devours. From beneath...
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- Spike: Didn't work.
- Buffy: The hell are you-!
- Spike: Didn't work. The costume. It didn't help. Couldn't hide.
- Buffy: No more mind games, Spike.
- Spike: No more mind games? No more mind.
- Buffy: Tell me what happened to you.
- Spike: Hey, hey, hey! No touching! Am I flesh? Am I flesh to you? Feed on flesh... my flesh. Nothing else, not a spark. O-okay, fine. Flesh, then. Solid through. Get it hard, service the girl.
- Buffy: Stop it!
- Spike: Right... girl doesn't want to be serviced. Because there's no spark. Ain't we in a sodding engine?!
- Buffy: Spike, have you completely lost your mind?
- Spike: Well, yes, where have you been all night?
- Buffy: You thought you would just come back here and... be with me?
- Spike: First time for everything.
- Buffy: This is all you get. I'm listening. Tell me what happened.
- Spike: I tried to find it, of course.
- Buffy: Find what?
- Spike: The spark. The missing... the piece that fit... that would make me fit... because you didn't want... God, I can't... not with you looking. I dreamed of killing you. I think they were dreams. So weak... did you make me weak? Thinking of you, holding myself, and spilling useless buckets of salt over your... ending. Angel- he should have warned me. Makes a good show of forgetting, but it's here... in me. All the time. The spark. I wanted to give you what you deserved. And I got it. They put the spark in me, and now all it does... is burn.
- Buffy: Your soul?
- Spike: A bit worse for lack of use.
- Buffy: You got your soul back... how?
- Spike: It's what you wanted, right? It's what You wanted, right? And- and- and now everybody's in here... talking... everything I did, everyone I... and him. And it, the other. The thing... beneath... beneath you. It's here too. Everybody, they all just tell me, "Go... go... to hell."
- Buffy: Why... why would you-
- Spike: Buffy, shame on you. Why does a man do what he mustn't? For her. To be hers. To be the kind of man who would never- to be a kind of man. "And she shall look on him with forgiveness, and everybody will forgive and love... and he will be loved." So everything's okay, right? Can- can we rest now? Buffy? Can we rest?
