Ghost Of The Robot: Clips From Buffy And Angel Episodes

Spike (imitating woman): How can I thank you, you mysterious black-clad hunk of a knight thing?
Spike (imitating Angel): No need, little lady. Your tears of gratitude are enough for me. You see, I was once a bad-ass vampire, but love and a pesky curse defanged me. And now I'm just a big fluffy puppy with bad teeth. No! Not the hair, never the hair.
Spike (imitating woman): But there must be some way I can show my appreciation.
Spike (imitating Angel): No! Helping those in need is my job.
And working up a load of sexual tension, then prancing away like a magnificent poof is truly thanks enough.
Spike (imitating woman): I understand. I have a nephew who's gay.
Spike (imitating Angel): Say no more! Evil's still afoot. And I'm almost out of the nancy boy hair gel I like so much.
Quickly! To the Angel-mobile! Away!

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Oz: Hello, L.A.
Cordelia: Oz? Oh my god, Oz! I am so happy to see you! Good ol' Oz. Oz! Oz!
Doyle: Lemme just take a stab at this -- you'd be Oz?
Oz: Good guess.
Cordelia: This is so cool...I mean here you are, in L.A. and you're the total embodiment of all things Sunnydale.
Oz: Well, it's a burden, but I manage.
Cordelia: OK! We have serious catching up to do. How's everything?
How's, How's the Bronze?
Oz: The same.
Cordelia: And the gang?
Oz: They're good.
Cordelia: Good, GOOD!....GOOD!
Oz: We done?
Cordelia: Completely.

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Cordelia: So I've heard. But I doubt very much that the main
characters are Betty and Barney Rubble, as you so vehemently
insisted last night. Also, I don't think Oz appreciated being called "my little Bam-Bam" all night.

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Cordelia: Spike's nearly done Buffy in a few times. Did I mention he's killed two slayers already?
Doyle: You did.
Cordelia: Oh! And this one time he and Dru raised this demon that burned people alive from the inside. It was this whole weird thing with an arm in a box,
Doyle: An arm in a box?

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Spike: What is it with you good guys runnin' in packs? Who's this one, then?
Doyle: More than meets the eye, blondie. Where's Angel?
Spike: Tall brooding guy? Caveman brow? He's having
the living Hell tortured out of him.

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Spike: SON OF A BITCH! I do the work, I do the digging, fight off the slayer, drive to L.A. I hire the help. And what do I get? Bloody screwed is what! Well, that cinches it! No more partners. From now on, I'm my own man! Lone wolf. Sole survivor, here. Look out! Here comes Spike -- the biggest, baddest, mother-- [groan]

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Angel: I don't know about you, but I had a nice day. You know, except for the fact that I was nearly tortured to death.
Doyle: But you stood up'
Angel: Oh god, I was this close to telling them everything.
I mean, one more hot poker and I was giving them the ring, your mom, everything. . . . How is your mom?