Spike: You’re not staying here! You can’t buy me off with shiny beads and sweet talk…I’m not going to let you just whack me back and forth like a rubber ball, I’ve got my pride, you know.
Buffy: I understand.
Spike: Clearly you don’t because the whole ‘having my pride’ thing is just a smoke screen. I don’t know what I would have done if you would have gone up those stairs.