On clothing and caution in environment selection. (And on being generally awesome.)
Woman: Thank you! Thank you! That thing was gonna kill me! Spike: Well, what do you expect? Out alone in this neighborhood: I got half a mind to kill you myself, you half wit. Woman: What? Spike: I mean, honestly, what kind of retard wears heels like that in a dark alley? Take two steps, break your bloody ankle.
Woman: I was just trying to get home! Spike: Well, get a cab, you moron! And on the way, if a stranger offers you candy, don’t get in the van!
On clothing and caution in environment selection. (And on being generally awesome.)
Spike (from Angel).