Spike: I knew. I knew the only thing better than killing a slayer would be f-[fucking one]
Buffy: What?! Is that what this is about? Doing a slayer?
Spike: Well, I wouldn't throw stones, pet. You seem to be quite the groupie yourself.
Buffy: Shut up.
Spike: I'm just sayin'... vampires get you hot.
Buffy: A vampire got me hot. One. But he's gone. You're just... You're just convenient.
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: Bollocks! It was a bloody revelation. You can act as high and mighty as you like... but I know where you live now, Slayer. I've tasted it.
Buffy: Get a grip. Like you're god's gift.
Spike: Hardly. Wouldn't be nearly as interesting, would it?
Buffy: No! Let me go!
Spike: I may be dirt... but you're the one who likes to roll in it, Slayer. You never had it so good as me. Never.
Buffy: Uhh, you're bent.
Spike: Yeah, and it made you scream, didn't it?
Buffy: I swear to god, if you tell anyone about last night, I will kill you.
Spike: Right.