*Bad guys all get that one moment. When they have that smug look on their face, knowing that they've won against the good guys this time, that moment of triumph where on the outside, you've broken oh so many bones and possibly dying but you've defeated them in spirit. Notice that the forces of darkness always manage a long speech in the middle of a fight, who knew the bad guys could ever be so verbally talented?

*smug- adj. too pleased with oneself or showing too much satisfaction with one's own qualities.

From Season 7 to Season 1 of Buffy:

First (Chosen):

/Caleb/ Everyday our numbers swell. But then, you do have an army of your own. Some thirty-odd pimply-faced girls who don't know the pointy end of a stake from their hairdryers, maybe I should call this off. I will overrun this earth. They all had a small part of me in them. Whereas, I have all of me in me, so my chances are somewhat better. And when my army outnumbers the humans on this earth, the scales will tip and I will be made flesh. Why aren't you in your dead lover's arms? Cause he can't help you. Nor Faith, nor your friends...certainly not your little wannaslay brigade. None of those girlies will ever know true power unless you're dead. You know the drill. /Buffy/ Into every generation, a Slayer is born. One girl in all the world. She alone will have the strength and skill to... There's that word again. What you are. How you'll die. Alone. Where's your snappy comeback?

Caleb (Empty Places):

Oh, now, look...Things don't go exactly your way, so here come the waterworks. Ain't that just like a woman? Now, now, little girl. Manners. I do imagine that firebrand tongue of yours has inflamed many a man, weak as they are. This here's a, uh... public school, ain't it? Kinda deserted. Only just, I suppose. Folks work so hard at keepin' the Lord out, and look what happens in return. He abandons you. Not that He could do you much good now, anyway? Ah, ah, ah. Wouldn't do that were I you, swee'pea. Fightin' back didn't do you much good last time, did it? And how is poor, sweet Xander? Let him know he's in my prayers, and any time he's willin', I'm ready to... finish the job. Mind your manners. I do believe I did warn you once. You're angry... frustrated, scared. I like that in a girl. You really should relax a little. Look at where you are. History's gonna look back at you, at me, at this place, and they're gonna see the glory. Great things are happenin' now, right here. This school, the seal... it's all gonna be a part of the great sweepin' tide of change, and you're gonna be a part of it. Now, why would you wanna miss that? More importantly, why would you want to get in its way? Ha ha ha! Oh, I knew you'd be a wild one? I'm gonna take such sweet pleasure in taming you. I'll see you soon, little lady.

Caleb (Dirty Girls):

Well, now, you girls are just burning with righteousness, aren't you? Problem is, you think you're blazing like suns, when really you're burning like matchsticks in the face of the darkness. You having fun? Now, I hope my boys haven't worn you out too much? I need you fit for when I purify you. Well, I do now. You liked my little message, did you? You know, I ruined a perfectly good knife on that girl. Got her soiled blood all over the place. I may have to get a new truck. So, you're the slayer. The slayer. The strongest, the fastest, the most aflame with that most precious invention of all mankind, the notion of goodness. The slayer must indeed be powerful. So, what else you got? Miss, I do believe you have your own problems you should be worrying about. Oh, good. There's more of you. Well, you're the other one, aren't you. Your Cain to her Abel. No offense meant to Cain, of course. Oh, it has its moments. Paul had some good stuff, for instance. But overall I find it a tad complicated . I like to keep things simple. Good folk, bad folk, clean folk, dirty folk... What can I say? I work in mysterious ways. Also some fairly straightforward ones. You're the one who sees everything, aren't you? Well, let's see what we can't do about that. Now, it's a simple story. Stop me if you've heard it. I have found and truly believe that there is nothing so bad it cannot be made better with a story. And this one's got a happy ending. There once was a woman, and she was foul, like all women, for Adam's rib was dirty, just like Adam himself, for what was he, but human. But this woman, she was filled with darkness, despair, and why? Because she did not know. She could not see. She didn't know the good news, the glory that was coming. That'd be you. For the kingdom, the power, and the glory are yours, now and forever. You show up, they'll get in line. 'Cause they followed her. And all they have to do is take one more step, and I'll kill them all. See? I told you it had a happy ending.

Willow (Two To Go):

Hey, cutie. Dawny, what are you doing here? 'Cause, if you're looking for me - now's not a great time. Do I? No, honey. I *am* the Magicks. It's an improvement. Believe me. Why? So you can run and tell Buffy? You don't have to talk. Just think real loud - I can hear you. Oh, don't be like that! I'm just a little wired. And I have some things to do. I thought if anybody'd understand ... You miss her? Did you cry? Of course you did. I get that, I understand the crying, you cry because you're human. But you weren't always. No - please! You're telling me you don't remember? You used to be some mystic ball of energy. Maybe *that's* why you're crying all the time, "Dawny." 'Cuz you don't belong here. Wanna go back? End the pain? You'll be happier. I'll be happier. We'll all be a *lot* happier without listening to the constant whining. "Mom!" "Buffy!" "Tara!" Waah! It's time you go back to being a little energy ball. No more tears, Dawny. 

Glory (Checkpoint):

Ooh, I like her. She's sassy. And I'll kill her. I'll kill your mom, I'll kill your friends ... and I'll make you watch when I do. Just give me the key. You either have it or you know where to find it. Obviously, this is a one-time-only deal. Next time we meet, something you love dies bloody. You know you can't take me. You know you can't stop me.

Spike (Into The Woods):

Oh, man. You are really under it, aren't you? Look at you. All afraid I'm hot for your honey. Well ... yeah. But that's not your problem. Even if I wasn't in the picture, you're never gonna be able to hold onto her. Ow, bloody hell! Come on. You're not the long haul guy and you know it. You know it. Or else you wouldn't be getting suck jobs from two-bit vampire trulls. The girl needs some monster in her man ... and that's not in your nature... ...no matter how low you try to go. No, I don't. Fella's gotta try, though. Gotta do what he can. I had this chip outta my head, I'da killed you long ago. Ain't love grand? Sometimes I envy you so much it chokes me. And sometimes I think I got the better deal. To be that close to her and not have her. To be all alone even when you're holding her. Feeling her, feeling her beneath you. Surrounding you. The scent ... No, you got the better deal. 

Spike (Fool For Love):

How many of my kind reckon you've done? And we just keep coming. But you can kill a hundred, a thousand, a thousand thousand and the enemies of Hell besides and all we need is for one of us- just one- sooner or later to have the thing we're all hoping for. One... good... day. Hey! You asked and I'm tellin'. The problem with you, Summers, is you've gotten so good, you're starting to think you're immortal. Oh? Then how do you explain this? Lesson the second: ask the right questions. You want to know how I beat 'em? The question isn't "How'd I win?". The question is "Why'd they lose?". There's a big difference, love. She was cunning, resourceful... oh, did I mention? Hot. I could have danced all night with that one. That's all we've ever done. And the thing about the dance is, you never get to stop. Every day you wake up, it's the same bloody question that haunts you: is today the day I die? Death is on your heels, baby, and sooner or later it's gonna catch you. And part of you wants it... not only to stop the fear and uncertainty, but because you're just a little bit in love with it. Death is your art. You make it with your hands, day after day. That final gasp. That look of peace. Part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. Every Slayer... has a death wish. Even you. The only reason you've lasted as long as you have is you've got ties to the world... your mum, your brat kid sister, the Scoobies. They all tie you here but you're just putting off the inevitable. Sooner or later, you're gonna want it. And the second- the second- that happens... You know I'll be there. I'll slip in... have myself a real good day.

Faith (This Year's Girl):

So, check you out B. Nice, the big girl on campus thing's really working for you. I've been standing still for eight months, B. How hard did you look? Five-by-five. It's that thing about a coma. Wake up all rested and rejuvenated. And ready for payback. What did you think, I'd wake up and we'd go for tea? You tried to gut me, bonny. Lets have another go at it. See who ends on top. Actually, I think it has to be exactly like this. No such animal. I could say the same about you. I mean, you're still the same better-than-thou Buffy. I mean, I knew it somehow. I kept having this dream, I'm not sure what it means, but in the dream the self-righteous blond chick stabs me, and you wanna know why? That's one interpretation, but in my dream, she does it for a guy. Try it red, and you'll lose an arm. I wake up to find the blond chick isn't even dating the guy she was so nuts about before. I mean, she's moved on to the first college beefstick she meets. Not only has she forgotten about the love of her life, but she's forgotten about the chick she nearly killed for him. So that's my dream. That and some stuff about cigars and a tunnel. But tell me, college girl, what does it mean? You took my life, B. Payback's a bitch.

Spike (Doomed):

Adjust? And what? End up like the two of you? No thank you. I should think you would be glad to greet the end of days. I mean, neither one of you is making much of a go at it. You. Kids your age are going off to University, you've made it as far as the basement. And Red here, - you couldn't even keep dog-boy happy. You can take the loser out of high school, but... Am not! I just don't want pity from geeks more useless than I am. Buffy fights the forces of evil. You're her groupies. She'd do just as well without you - better I'd wager, since she wouldn't have to go about saving your hides all the time. Or you're just the same tenth grade losers you've always been, and she's too much of a softy to cut you lose.

Spike (Harsh Light of Day):

Birds singing, squirrels making lots of rotten little squirrels. Sun beaming down in a nice, non-fatal way. It's very exciting, I can't wait to see if I freckle. Oh, do it again. It tickels. You know, in a good way. The Gem of Amara. Official sponsor, of my killing you. Getting tired Slayer? So, you let Parker take a poke, eh? Didn't seem like you know each other that well. What did it take to pry apart the Slayer's dimpled knees? Did he play the sensitive lad and get *you* to seduce him? That's a good trick if the girl's thick enough to buy it. I wonder what went wrong. Were you too strong? Did you bruise the boy? Whatever. I guess you're not worth a second go. Come to think of it seems like someone told me that. Who was it? Oh, yeah. Angel. 

Mayor (Choices):

Well, I wish you kids the best, I really do. But if you don't mind a bit of fatherly advice, I, uh, I-I just don't see much of a future for you two. I don't sense a lasting relationship. And not just because I plan to kill you. You two have a bumpy road ahead. God, you kids, you know. You don't like to think about the future. You don't like to make plans. Unless you want Faith to gut your friend like a sea bass, show a little respect for your elders. Yeah, and that's just one of the things you're going to have to deal with. You're immortal, she's not. It's not. I married my Edna May in ought-three and I was with her right until the end. Not a pretty picture. Wrinkled and senile and cursing me for my youth. Wasn't our happiest time. And let's not forget the fact that any moment of true happiness will turn you evil. I mean, come on. What kind of a life can you offer her? I don't see a lot of Sunday picnics in the offing. I see skulking in the shadows, hiding from the sun. She's a blossoming young girl and you want to keep her from the life she should have until it has passed her by. My God! I think that's a little selfish. Is that what you came back from Hell for? Is that your greater purpose?

Faith (Enemies):

Bondage looks good on you, B. The outfit's all wrong, but, hey! Really? Weird, because something about all this just feels so right. Maybe it's one of those unhappy childhood things. See, when I was a kid I used to beg my mom for a dog. Didn't matter what kind. I just wanted, you know, something to love. A dog's all I wanted. Well, that and toys. But mom was so busy, you know, enjoying the drinking and passing out parts of life, that I never really got what I wanted, until now. Yeah? Hunh. Guess we'll just have to keep you around for a while then. Before we get started, I just want you to know, if you're a screamer, feel free. What isn't? You know, I come to Sunnydale. I'm the Slayer. I do my job kicking ass better than anyone. What do I hear about everywhere I go? Buffy. So I slay, I behave, I do the good little girl routine. And who's everybody thank? Buffy. Everybody always asks, why can't you be more like Buffy? But did anyone ever ask if you could be more like me? You get the Watcher. You get the mom. You get the little Scooby gang. What do I get? Jack squat. This is supposed to be my town! Why? So you can impart some special Buffy wisdom, that it? Do you think you're better than me? Do you? Say it, you think you're better than me. Um, maybe you didn't notice. Angel's with me. Uh huh. You're just trying to make me mad so I'll kill you. I'm too smart for that. Stick around. You can't. Keep dreaming. No one can stop the Ascenscion. Mayor's got it wired, B. He built this town for demons to feed on and come graduation day, he's getting paid. And I'll be sitting at his right hand. Assuming he has hands after the transformation. I'm not too clear on that part. And all your little lame ass friends are going to be kibbles'n'bits. Think about that when your boyfriends cutting into you. What can I say? I'm the world's best actor.

First (Amends):

/Jenny/ Trouble sleeping? I'm always here. I can't. You won't let me. I wanna die in bed surrounded by fat grandchildren, but guess that's off the menu. You're sorry? For me? Don't bother. I'm dead. I'm over it. If you wanna feel sorry for someone, you should feel sorry for yourself. Oh, but I guess you've already got that covered. /Daniel/ I don't wanna make you feel bad. I just want to show you who you are. /Businessman/ The thing I remember most was thinking how artful it was. In the dark, they looked just like they were sleeping. It wasn't until I bent down and kissed them good night that I felt how cold they were. You grabbed me, and I thought, who would go to so much trouble to arrange them like that? /Margaret/ But you see, that's what makes you different than other beasts. They kill to feed, but you took more kinds of pleasure in it than any creature that walks or crawls. Yeah, cry out. Make a scene. /Daniel/ I was to be married that week, but then, as I recall, you knew that. /Jenny/ It wasn't you? Oh, yes, and what a man you were. /Margaret/ A drunken, whoring layabout, and a terrible disappointment to your parents. To die of syphilis? You were a worthless being before you were ever a monster. /Jenny/ I don't wanna hurt you, Angel, but you have to understand. Cruelty's the only thing you ever had a true talent for. Shh. Rest. Rest. You mistake it for a curse, Angel, but it's not. It's your destiny. I'll show you. I'll show you. You want her? Take her. Take what you want. Pour all that frustration and all that guilt into her, and you'll be free. You can't live for eternity with all that pain. This is what you are. This is why we brought you back. Take her! And then you'll be ready... ...to kill her. You have to do it. What else are you good for? Couldn't you just... feel her? Couldn't you almost smell her skin? You never were a fighter, Angel, don't start trying now. Sooner or later you will drink her. You were born to hurt her. Have you learned nothing? As long as you are alive... You don't have the strength to kill yourself. You're not supposed to die. This isn't the plan. But it'll do. Hmm. I'm impressed. Hmm. You think you can fight me? I'm not a demon, little girl. I am something that you can't even conceive. The First Evil. Beyond sin, beyond death. I am the thing the darkness fears. You'll never see me, but I am everywhere. Every being, every thought, every drop of hate. Angel will be dead by sunrise. Your Christmas... will be his wake. You have no idea what you're dealing with. DEAD BY SUNRISE!

Spike (Lover's Walk):

The last time I looked in on you two, you were fighting to the death. Now you're back making googly-eyes at each other like nothing happened. Makes me want to heave. Oh, yeah. You're just friends. You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love till it kills you both. You'll fight and you'll shag and you'll hate each other til it makes you quake, but you'll never be friends. Love isn't brains, children, it's blood. Blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love's b*tch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it.

Angelus (Innocence):

You know what the worst part was, huh? Pretending that I loved you. If I'd known how easily you'd give it up, I wouldn't have even bothered. You'd like to think that, wouldn't you? It doesn't matter. The important thing is you made me the man I am today! Not quittin' on me already, are ya? Come on, Buffy. You know you want it, huh? You can't do it. You can't kill me.

Master (Prophecy Girl):

Welcome. Oh, good. The feeble banter portion of the fight. Why don't we just cut to the... Nice shot. You still don't understand your part in all this, do you? You are not the hunter. You are the lamb. I'm waiting for you. I want this moment to last. I understand. You tried. It was noble of you. You heard the prophecy that I was about to break free and you came to stop me. But prophecies are tricky creatures. They don't tell you everything. You're the one that sets me free! If you hadn't come, I couldn't go. Think about that!

Marcie (Out of Sight, Out of Mind):

Uh, I'm disappointed. I'd really hoped you guys had figured it out by now. You don't get it. You're not the student. You're the lesson. Your face. That's what this is all about, isn't it? Your beautiful face. That's what makes you shine just a little bit brighter than the rest of us. We all want what you have. To be noticed, remembered. To be seen. Well, I'm fulfilling your fondest wish.  I'm gonna give you a face no one will ever forget. What are you gonna do? Slay me? You shoulda stayed outta my way. Y'know, I, I thought, I thought you would understand my vision, but you're just like them. You should be grateful. I mean, people who pass you in the street are gonna remember you for the rest of their lives. Children are gonna dream about you. And every one of your, your friends who comes to the coronation tonight will take the sight of the May Queen to their graves. No, we really have to get started. The local anesthetic's gonna wear off soon, and I don't want you to faint. It's less fun if you're not awake. Let me see. I think we should start with your smile. I think it should be wider. Yeah, I'll bet you know how I feel. I'm sure you can just be with all your friends and feel so alone 'cause they don't really know you. You're just a typical, self-involved, spoiled little brat, and you think you can charm your way out of this, don't you?! ISN'T THAT WHAT YOU THINK?! I see right through you.