Hehe, ja mam mnóstwo takich płytek, gdzie nagrywam piosenki na zmienę z moimi ulubionymi tekstami.
Oczywiście jest tam prawie cały odcinek Somethung blue
Buffy: There's so much to decide. Ceremony, guests, reception..
Spike: Well, first thing I'd say, we're not having a church wedding.
Buffy: How 'bout a daytime ceremony. In the park.
Spike: Fabulous. Enjoy your honeymoon with the big pile of dust.
Buffy: Under the trees. Indirect sunlight, only.
Spike: Warm breeze tosses the leaves aside, and again ? you're registering as Mr and Mrs Big-Pile-of-Dust.
Buffy: Stop it! This is our wedding and you're treating it like a big joke!
Spike: Oh, pouty! Look at that lip.. gonna get it.. gonna get it..
Buffy: Oh.. stop..
Giles: Yes, please stop.
Buffy: Giles, did you see my ring?
Giles: Thankfully, not very well.
Buffy: I'm not crazy, and I know that you probably don't approve, and my father's not that far away, I mean, he could? but this day is about family ? my real family ? and I would like you to be the one to give me away.
Giles: Oh, Buffy! That's.. that's so.. Oh! For God's sake! This is nonsense. Something is making you act this way. Don't you realize what you're doing?
Buffy: Living a dream.
Giles: He's gonna have to take a bit of time to get used to it, pet.
Buffy: They all will. But you guys wern't crazy about Angel at first, either.
Spike: You wern't gonna say that name.
Buffy: Sorry. Why don't we talk about where we're going to register.
Spike: Well, where would Angel like to register? And can we have the photographer Angel would've wanted? And, flowers Angel would have liked?
Buffy: Hey! You think I don't live with the shadow of Drusilla over my head? That I'm not wondering if you're going to be thinking of her on our honeymoon when you're making.. sweet love to me..?
Buffy: Giles are you okay?
Giles: I rather think not. I seem to be rather.. rather.. blind. Completely, in fact.
Buffy: What? How could this happen?
Giles: A spell, I believe.
Buffy: Well, we'll fix it. Don't worry.
Spike: What you want is a general reversal spell. Gonna need supplies.
Giles: Are you.. helping me?
Spike: Well, it's almost like you're my father-in-law, in'nt?
Buffy: See? This is how it's gonna be. Spike'll even take care of you while I'm at the magick shop.
Buffy: From now on, we're a family.
Giles: That's alright. I have more scotch.
Buffy: Aren't they a perfect little us?
Spike: I don't like him. He's insipid. Clearly human.
Buffy: Oo, red paint. We could smear a little on his mouth ? blood of the innocent..
Spike: That's my girl..
Giles: Stop that right now! I can hear the smacking.
Buffy: Honey, we need to talk about the invitations. Now, do you wanna be William the Bloody, or just Spike? ?Cause, either way, it's gonna look majorly weird.
Spike: Where as the name Buffy gives it that touch of classic elegance.
Buffy: What's wrong with Buffy?
Giles: Huh.. such a good question.
Spike: Well, it's a terrible name.
Buffy: My mother gave me that name.
Spike: Your mother, yeah, she's a genius.
Buffy: Don't you start in on my mother.
Xander: Board up the windows, and barricade the doors.
Giles: What's going on?
Anya: Demons. They keep coming and coming.
Xander: I think we lost them, but I couldn't see. Spike! He's all untied! Which you probably noticed..
Buffy: Xander, calm down, okay? If you lost them, that'll give us some time to figure this out. Maybe the demons have something to do with Giles being blind.
Anya: Giles is blind?
Giles: Please stop whatever you're doing. You smell like fruit roll-ups.
Spike: This is the crack team that foils my every plan? I am deeply shamed.
Buffy: Spike's right. We really should get organized.
Anya: Why are you holding hands?
Spike: They have to hear it sooner or later..
Buffy: Spike and I are getting married!
Xander: How? What? How?
Giles: Three excellent questions.
Spike: What are you lookin' at?
Buffy: The man I love.
Xander: Can I be blind, too?
Xander: Wait.. married.. I know something.. what is it..? Everything's so familiar.. Work, brain ? work! Oh! Oh oh! Willow!
Buffy: Mm..what about Will.. Mmm, honey, get off.
Xander: Something about Willow and her griefy-poor-me mood swings ? so, so tired of it.
Anya: You mean I don't have to be nice about her anymore?
Buffy: Well, we're all tired of it, but what does it have to do with what's going on?
Xander: She told me I was a demon magnet, a-and you two should get married.
Giles: And.. that I didn't see anything.
Buffy: She did a spell.
Giles: Yes.. to have her will done. Whatever she says is coming true.
Buffy: And you both were effected. I probably only escaped because I'm the Slayer. Some kind of natural immunity.
Xander: Yeah. Right. You're marrying Spike because you're so right for eachother.
Spike: That's it ? you're off the usher list.