Some favourites of mine
My alltime favourite (Halloween):
Drusilla: Do you love my insides, the parts you can't see?
Spike: Eyeballs to entrails, my sweet.
Crush is hilarious, when she meets Harmony:
Harmony: You've got some nerve showing up here like this. After all this time. After breaking my sweet Boo-boo's heart!
Drusilla: [silently, to Spike] Boo-boo?
And ofcourse, Redefinition
Drusilla: We could have a thousand soldiers, and still he'd come... Galloping, galloping, still he'll come.
Darla: Why is everybody trying to make this about Angel? I mean, for God's sake, can't a woman wreak a little havoc without there being a man involved?
Drusilla: You miss him, like a heartbeat.
Darla: I don't miss my heartbeat, Dru. It was a symptom of a disease I've since been cured of. You know, in a perfect world, Angel would be here right now helping me burn this city to the ground. This is his job I'm doing. But where is he? Probably flogging himself in a church somewhere.
Drusilla: Ooh, flogging! Ooh, churches...
Darla: In a perfect world, we'd be slaughtering the innocent. Laughing, as we rain destruction on this whole miserable town.
Drusilla: I see such pretty fire.
Darla: Fire. Conflagration. In a perfect world, they'd be nothing left here but ashes.
Drusilla: And pain. So much suffering. The flames are lovely. They dance, and the fire licks like a cat. And the screams. Oh, it's like star music.
Reunion:
Drusilla: You have beautiful skin.
Lilah Morgan: I moisturize.
Drusilla: That was very thoughtful of you.
Holland Manners: Ladies. How...?
Darla: Your wife was kind enough to invite us in, Holland.
Holland Manners: Ah.
Drusilla: Very sweet, she was. Like clover.
[licking blood of her lips]
Drusilla: And honey.
Darla: Just think of it as our way of giving you what you want.
Holland Manners: What would I...?
Darla: I believe you said something about... a massacre.
Drusilla: You're all new again.
Lie To Me:
Drusilla: You sing the sweetest little song. Won't you sing for me, hmm? Don't you love me anymore?
[the image pulls back to Drusilla talking to a little canary lying dead in a birdcage]
Spike: Darling, I heard a funny thing just now. Lucius tells me that you went out on the hunt the other night.
Drusilla: My tummy was growly, and you were out.
[to the bird]
Drusilla: Come on.
[whistles]
Drusilla: I'll pout if you don't sing.
Spike: You, um, meet anyone? Anyone interesting, like Angel?
Drusilla: Angel.
Spike: Yeah. So what might you guys have talked about, then? Old times, childhood pranks? It's a little off, you two so friendly, him being the enemy, and all that.
Drusilla: [still to the bird] I'll give you a seed if you sing.
Spike: The bird's dead, Dru. You left it in a cage, and you didn't feed it, and now it's all dead, just like the last one.
[Drusilla cowers and whines]
The Girl In Question:
Spike: Drusilla, y-you let him touch you?
Drusilla: He felt like sunshine.
Spike: Uh, no. No.
Angel: That's why he had us tossed. So he could violate...
Darla: He didn't...
Angel: Violate our women!
Spike: Violate in succession!
Darla: Concurrently.
Angel: Concurrently? You never let us do that.
Darla: Come on, Dru. Let's have a bath so the boys can weep in private.
Drusilla: Will you hold me under the water?
Darla: If you wish.
