DAWN:
Did I just pull a Slayer-related Mom cover-up thing? Come on, who's the man?
BUFFY:
You are. A very short, annoying man.
BUFFY:
Don't even start, Spike.
SPIKE:
What do you want?
BUFFY:
Slayers. You killed two of them.
SPIKE:
What did you want, eh? A quick demo? A blow-for-blow description you can map out and memorize? It's not about the moves, love. And since I agreed to your little proposition, we can do this my way. Wings.
BUFFY:
What?
SPIKE:
Spicy buffalo wings. Order me up a plate. I'm feelin' peckish.
BUFFY:
So you traded up on the food chain. Then what?
SPIKE:
No, please. Don't make it sound like something you'd flip past on the Discovery Channel. Becoming a vampire is a profound and powerful experience. I could feel this new strength coursing through me. Getting killed made me feel alive for the very first time. I was through living by society's rules. Decided to make a few of my own. Of course, in order to do that... I had to get myself a gang.
SPIKE:
Oh, I'm sorry. Did I sully our good name? We're vampires.
ANGELUS:
All the more reason to use a certain amount of finesse.
SPIKE:
Bollocks! That stuff's for the frilly cuffs-and-collars crowd. I'll take a good brawl any day.
ANGELUS:
And every time you do, we become the hunted.
SLAYER:
(in Mandarin)
Tell my mother I'm sorry...
SPIKE:
I'm sorry, love, I don't speak Chinese.
SPIKE:
Come on. I can feel it, Slayer. You know you want to dance.
BUFFY:
Say it's true. Say I do want to.
BUFFY:
It wouldn't be you, Spike. It would never be you.
BUFFY:
You're beneath me.
HARMONY:
Spike, what are you doing?
SPIKE:
(to himself)
Beneath me... I'll show her.
SPIKE:
I haven't said a word about the bloody Slayer since we left California. She's on the other side of the planet, Dru!
DRUSILLA:
But you're lying! I can still see her floating all around you, laughing. Why? Why won't you push her away?
SPIKE:
But I did, pet. I did it for you. You keep punishing me. Carrying on with creatures like this.
SPIKE:
What's wrong?
BUFFY:
I don't want to talk about it.