26.
"So, Giles, how was your dinner last night?"
"Tres elegant. Thornton likes posh eateries, so we went to Chez Claudine."
"Ooohh…Frogs' dainty legs with delicate lemon juice make for a dazzingly over-priced snack!"
"Xander, don't you have somewhere to go?"
"Yeah, but I'm in no hurry."
"Maybe you should be. Being early is considered polite in some parts of the world."
"Not in Sunnydale. Being early is the best way to get killed."
"Yes, well…what is it you have to do?"
"Pick up Anya from the health-club."
"She's working out?"
"Her aggressions, mainly."
"What aggressions?"
"She's overcharged with sexual stamina."
"And that's a bad thing because-not that I should ask…?"
"It's a mixed blessing. I mean, my back's still aching from last night's efforts but now she's talking about whips and chains and-"
"Yes! Thank you, Xander. Now if you don't mind, I have work to do."
"I don't mind. Go ahead and work. I'll just stare at the wall and ponder on my sad life."
"Suit yourself…"

27.
"Giles, where's the brandy?"
"Spike, you finished the last bottle two nights ago."
"Yeah, but you had time to get some more. Or did you forget?"
"No, I didn't forget! Look, Spike, I'm not a millionaire, I don't own a swimming-pool filled with brandy and you're over-staying your welcome."
"I always over-stay my welcome. It's such great fun!"
"Maybe you should be thinking about finding your own place."
"It's too much work…"
"You have nothing better to do, remember?!"
"Yeah, I do. I have Red coming over in a couple of hours."
"What's this thing between you and Willow all of a sudden?"
"What thing?"
"Do you like Willow?"
"Hell yeah! She's the only human being in this measly place that doesn't give me a hard time."
"Spike, you give everyone a catastrophic time, so why are you whining?"
"I am not whining! I'm just slightly bitter."
"Bitter? About what?!"
"The metal chip on my brain. We've gotta figure out a way to get it off."
"We…?"
"Yes, we! Unless you want me over-staying my welcome till the next millenium."
"There's an easy way out. You get yourself a sewer, or a crypt or whatever and we go on with our lives as happily as ever."
"Happily? You're the sorriest bunch of depressed Happy Meals I've ever seen in my life."
"Yes, well. You're not too jolly yourself."
"How can I be? I'm stuck in Losersville with nothing to do and no brandy around!"
"OK! I'll go to the supermarket, I'll get you a thousand bottles and you'll STOP complaining once and for all. Is that clear?"
"Crystal!"

28.
"Hey Spike!"
"Red…baby."
"Huh?"
"…"
"OK, Spike! I'm glad you're happy to see me. Now let me breathe."
"Sure thing, pet."
"So how are you keeping busy?"
"I'm not. I'm dying all over again."
"Do you wanna go out?"
"Where to?"
"I don't know. See a movie…?"
"Yes! Anything with killings in it."
"Hm…I know I'm gonna regret this, but how about the new Nicholas Cage movie?"
"Rampant Fatality?"
"Yeah…"
"Oh Red, I love you! My green-eyed, red-haired pixie!"
"Well, that's a first one…"
"Let me get my duster."
"Take your time. I need a glass of water. And some aspirin."
"You got a headache?"
"Half a migraine."
"Hm…I know the feeling. It's like someone staked you through the brain."
"I tried spelling myself free of it, but somehow it got worse."
"You should do things the chemical way. It's much healthier."
"I know…"

29.
"Did you leave a note saying where we are?"
"No. I'm not a kid, Red."
"Yeah, but Giles worries."
"About me? Ha!"
"About me…and you…sometimes."
"You sound as if the words hurt your throat."
"No…I-"
"Nevermind. I don't like Tweedy and he doesn't like me, but we get along fine."
"I'm glad."
"Unlike me and the Slayer. Or me and Xapper, for that matter."
"I've been meaning to talk to you about that."
"Please, Red…don't lecture me."
"I'm not…I'm just asking you to cut them some slack now and then."
"Why should I?"
"Because we're friends. Aren't we?"
"Yes."
"Then please do this for me."
"She begged, green eyes radiating pain."
"What?"
"Nothing. OK, I'll do this for you. But either they cooperate or I'm through trying to connect!"
"Oh they'll cooperate, I talked to them about it."
"I can just see it. Brrrr…the Slayer pretending that she doesn't hate my guts and failing miserably and Xapper toying with the crossbow, looking like a lame-assed William Tell…"
"You promised."
"I did not. I reluctantly agreed. It's different."
"Whatever. Just don't let me down, OK, Spike?"

30.
"So how was your day, *Buffy*?"
"Why do you care? Are you coming down with something?"
"Yeah, a bad urge to throw up."
"Yeah, I know the feeling. Anyway, my day went swell."
"That's…swell."
"How was yours?"
"Hm, let me think. I hung around the house, trashed some of Giles' stuff, cursed my fate a billion times, missed the old days, fantasised about killing you, dreamed about Red, got drunk, watched Passions and felt sodding bad during the whole time. Happy?"
"Yes, very."
"How about you, Xap-Xander?"
"I went job-hunting."
"What, you want to clean toilets for a living?"
"Don't start."
"OK, so did you get lucky?"
"No."
"Surprise, surprise…"
"What?"
"Nothing. Maybe tomorrow."
"You're very cheery tonight. What's wrong?"
"Hm…just about everything. But I'm looking on the bright side. It's fucking killing me, but…"
"Where's Willow, anyway?"
"She's at home. She called saying she'd be late."
"She called you?"
"Yeah. I can actually pick up the phone and be civilized to her. How's that for mind-boggling?"
"Hm…"
"What, Slay-Buffy?"
"You have a crush on Willow."
"Say that again and chip or no chip, you're-"
"Dead?"
"No, mutillated! Severed! Mangled!"
"Why, does the truth hurt, Mr The Bloody?"
"No, your voice does. Shut up."
"So you don't have a crush on Willow?"
"No."
"Yeah right."
"Yeah! *Right*! Now sod off!"
"Fine. It's not like I have the ability to care anyway."
"Good. So don't care and leave me alone."

31.
"Man, this show sucks! It's like a lame rendition of Melrose Place, only ten thousand times worse!"
"Watch it, Slayer…"
"What's with the Slayer thing? I know my job description, OK? The name's Buffy."
"Oh Christ. Have a heart. Don't make me use the B-word."
"Spike, if it wasn't for Willow, you'd really--"
"Bite it. I know. You're so predictable."
"Anyway…how can you watch this? Why not Ally McBeal or--?"
"Ally McBeal? That skinny matchstick? No way."
"It's a fun show!"
"I don't want a fun show, I want a bodice-ripping one! Big-breasted chicks with pouty lips and husky voices moaning between silk sheets."
"Uh…I think that's Playboy you're talking about."
"No! That's Passions! Bloody hell, I know my favourite show!"
"Too well, I think."
"There's no such thing as knowing a show too well. All TV obsessions are healthy obsessions."
"A sick obsession with Passions is the noble exception."
"Passions rules! Get used to it."
"No, thanks. I prefer getting used to Sarim gas."
"Great. Remind me to get you a bottle."

32.
"Hey guys! God…it's actually raining outside!"
"In California? Raining?"
"Yeah, Buffy. I'm slightly wet. Here, feel this!"
"Take off your jacket, pet, before you get a runny nose."
"So, what's up?"
"Not very much. The Slayer and I are bonding, Xapper's fiddling with his sodding PlayStation, Giles's away somewhere feeling sorry for himself and I'm trying not to lose my mind."
"Good. Nice to know things are bright and cheerful around here."
"Always."
"Will, Graham asked about you today."
"Graham?"
"Yeah. One of Riley's buddies."
"Which one?"
"The tall, muscular, brooding, scarcastic god."
"Oh…what did he say?"
"Yeah, let's hear it, Slayer. What did he say?"
"How's your friend Willow? Tell her I said hi."
"Ooooh, original!"
"Shut up, Spike. This came attached to a pair of very sexy lips, of course."
"Hm…"
"Digesting the news, Will?"
"Yeah."
"I feel more like barfing the news. Excuse me for a sec."
"I'll excuse you for five years, if you want."
"No such luck, *B.*"
"Ugh. That's what Faith used to call me…"
"Yeah. B for bitch."
"SPIKE! I'm two seconds away from getting really pissed off with you."
"Sorry, Red…don't be mad."
"Buffy, do you think he likes me?"
"I know for a fact that he does."
"Really?"
"Red! Every vamp in town can hear your heart pumping right now. Cool it."
"I'm just-"
"Flustered?"
"Ermm, Buf-"
"Hot?"
"Spike!"
"Horny?"
"SPIKE!"
"Yes, pet?"
"Quit it!"
"Pass me the remote, Slayer."
"I'll shove it into your mouth if that'll shut you up."
"No, thanks. Sounds painful."
"It is, so put a lid on it."
"This is the most depressing night of my unlife…"

33.
"Xapper, you're actually good at this!"
"Thanks, Spike."
"Makes up for not being able to kick a little bird's ass on the battlefield."
"Did you come over here just to be pleasant or are you bored?"
"I'm always bored. Seeing people alive has that effect on me."
"Do you wanna play? Will that make you leave me alone?"
"No. But you can always try."
"Here, take it, use it, abuse it and then give it back."
"Thanks...*mate*. Ow…that hurt!"
"There, there…"
"Right…how do I get started?"
"OK. The red button's to start you off, the blues ones are directions, the yellow one is jump. Click it twice and he does a little dance on the skateboard."
"Whoa, cool! They didn't have this in the eighteenth century."
"Yeah, they were missing out."
"So, what's the name of this thing?"
"Manic Skater III."
"Smashing. Now clear off."
"Hey, it's my PlayStation you've got your hands on, so--!"
"Suit yourself. I just thought you might wanna call your little demonic girlfriend and have her come over or something."
"Hm...that's actually a sane idea. Surprising, coming from you."
"Yeah, I'm surprised myself. Wasting my sanity on a loser."
"That's it! Give it back!"
"No."
"Give it!"
"No. I'm winning."
"Fine, I hope the ground opens up and swallows you, you insensitive prick."
"Let's not get personal, Xapper."
"Hmph!"

34.
"Red...I'm thirsty."
"Not now, Spike. I'm busy."
"Busy with what? Your tongue?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact."
"Please....please....please..."
"Oh God..."
"Please...."
"Spike, get a life! Will's got enough on her place without having you moaning and wailing like a newborn calf everytime your throat gets dry!"
"Yeah, then why don't you help her out, Slayer, by getting me a drink?"
"You wish..."
"I don't wish, I make it happen. Red!"
"Spike, I'm going. Patience's really not your forte, is it?"
"No, violence is."
"Except now, poor little Spikey is a little upset cause his little gimmicks aren't working properly...boohoo."
"Oh Christ, Slayer. Are those your frustrated feelings for Nancy-boy Finn talking?"
"No, just my burning loathing for you."
"Put a sock in it. You're giving me a headache."
"I can cure that. Just get a little closer and I promise I'll make the pain go away."
"How, by letting me break your neck?"
"No, by shoving this little fellow through your vital organs."
"Been there, enjoyed that."

35.
"Will, we gotta go. Tomorrow's a working day and I'm beat."
"OK, you go on ahead, I'll meet you there."
"What, you're staying?"
"Yeah. Just a little while longer. Till Giles gets back."
"Willow, Spike's not a baby. He's all claws and fangs, he can take care of himself."
"I know that."
"Then why--"
"Buffy! We've had this conversation before. I distinctly recall being pissed off."
"Uh-oh. Resolve face. Let's go, Mr Pointy."
"I'll see you in about an hour."
"Make sure you do."

36.
"Xander, how's the bar thing going?"
"It's not. It's stopped and choked and moved on to a most shaky limbo."
"Hm...what about the barkeeper?"
"He's...enduring."
"Yikes..."
"The thing is, Will, my lighter's temperamental. It always goes bust when I'm on the verge of acquiring a semi-cool reputation..."
"So? Get yourself a new one."
"I don't have the money. My parents are being decidedly parenty right now. That means, no take-outs and no new lighters."
"Ouch, that's bad."
"I know. And Anya's costing me a pretty buck as well."
"She is? Why?"
"She says she's been around since the dawn of time, so she deserves to be treated accordingly. Accordingly, in her mind, means meals in expensive restaurants, a gem or two over breakfast and a new bed."
"A new bed?!"
"Yeah. Ours is falling to pieces."
"Oh."
"Still, it's worth it just to see her smirk."
"I can lend you some money, if you want. I mean, I--"
"No, Will. We're not in high-school anymore and it's not your job to save my ass. I'll get by."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I'll just get a job flipping burgers at Burger Joint and get rich."
"Hm...sounds like a good plan."
"It is. Many a man made his fortune in oil. Why not I?"
"Indeed..."

37.
"Spike, what are you doing in there?"
"Pancakes."
"What?!"
"Yeah. It's fun."
...
"Look at this place! It's a mess!"
"Yeah, but look at these! They're gorgeous!"
"Yum..."
"Pet, don't be primitive. Get yourself a plate first."
"Oh..."
"Here, this one's special. It flipped real nice. Take it."
"Aw, Spike, you're one sweet...undead guy."
"Very subtle. Now eat."
"Something smells good..."
"Yeah, Spike made pancakes!"
"You're kitchen-skilled?"
"Yeah. Two centuries worth of unliving kinda demand you make the best of your lack of talent."
"These are great!"
"Thanks, mate."
"Will, pass the jam."
"Bloody hell, you're fast! Where are the other two?"
"Inside the confines of my stomach, thank you very much."
"I hope you work out, otherwise they'll turn you into a--"
"Spike, don't spoil your good deed by being crude."
"Here, have another one."

38.
"God, these taste wonderful. Sugar heaven...!"
"I'm glad you like them, love."
"Are you kidding me? I love them! Are there any left?"
"No, Jabba the Hut here gobbled the last one."
"Hey! I was just paying homage to your cooking expertise!"
"Yeah right..."
"Well, nevermind. The eye is greedier than the stomach anyway."
"Not in Xapper's case."
"Spike, do you wanna help me out with Henry the Fourth tomorrow?"
"I don't know, Red...I'm not the academic type."
"But you know a lot about Shakespeare!"
"That's different. He's a mate."
"So? Please....please....please...."
"Fine, Red. Bring your learning utensils over and I'll try not to think of your sorry-excuses-for-teachers."
"Thanks. Is 6 OK?"
"I'm already looking forward to it. Bring some brandy."
"Xander, can you get me some brandy from the bar?"
"Willow! Are you honestly suggesting I steal liquor from the guy who was generous enough to let me work for him?"
"Erm...yes?"
"OK, I guess I can live with that."

39.
"So, Giles…that was one lengthy trip to the supermarket."
"Well, I took a little detour to delay coming home and finding you here, Spike."
"Always nice to know one's adored."
"Anyway…what's for dinner?"
"You didn't actually expect me to cook, did you?"
"Well, the kitchen's a bloody mess, so yes, I did expect something."
"There you go, expecting impossible things and getting all broken up when they don't happen…"
"Oh God…not a vampire-philosopher."
"Bloody hell, everybody in this bloody house spouts off platitudes, why not I?"
"Why not, indeed? Spouting off seems to be what you were born to do. That and borrowing money."
"I haven't borrowed money in….three hours."
"Forgive me if I'm not impressed."
"You're one cynical bastard."
"Yes, well, here's the brandy."
"Good, this'll certainly contribute to my redemption."
"Yes, now go play with it and leave me be."
"I'd be honoured."

40.
"So what's that cheesy orb all about?"
"That cheesy orb, Spike, happens to imbue anyone who's lucky enough to know the right words that go with it with invisibility."
"Whoa! Gimme, gimme, gimme!"
"No, it's not for children."
"So, what are the right words, "Be a dear, make me invisible!"?"
"It's Latin, Spike."
"Whoa, dead languages. I'm good at those."
"I am not going to provide you with the power to cause mayhem."
"Here I was, thinking you were. Duh."
"Don't you have somewhere to go?"
"Uh…let me think. I could visit some of my old mates, but, hey, guess what!, they hate my guts, so I guess I can't. Shucks! I was really looking forward to that particularly lame experience."
"Sarcasm won't get you dinner."
"No, but it will get me peace of mind…"

41.
"Willow…about Spike."
"Here we go again…"
"No, listen to me. I'm not gonna get all lectury on you, but just listen."
"I'm all curiosity…"
"He has this major crush on you, Will. You gotta be careful."
"Or what? He'll *bite* me? God, Buffy…!"
"He won't right now, but one day he's gonna toss out the implant and be his old, delightful self, going round breaking all the necks we hold dear. Including yours."
"Then why haven't you staked him yet?"
"Because…he's, uh…slippery."
"Yeah, right. Try again."
"I can't stake a vampire who can't defend himself."
"See? You've actually hit the truth in all your fumblings. He can't do anything. He's helpless. He's no longer William the Bloody."
"You believe that, if it makes you comfortable. But leave me my distrust. It's one of my most loyal friends."
"Buffy…maybe I'm being naïve."
"You think?"
"But I like Spike."
"You're the only one who does."
"That's not true. You like him too."
"Rarely."
"Well, anyway, I like him. Very much. And this feud you have going on just drives me nuts!"
"Well, tell him to back off and I'll do the same."
"And then peace will fall on us like Mana from heaven."
"Something like that…"

42.
"Spike! What's wrong with the doorbell?"
"I disconnected it. It got on my nerves."
"I hope Giles cares as much about your nerves as you do."
"He doesn't. But I'm a guest."
"A non-paying, all-destroying one."
"Precisely. You gotta love me!"
"Thanks for the pancakes the other night."
"Well, if you really wanna thank me, Red…"
"No! Not that aga-mmmm!"
"Red, what's this lipstick you got on?"
"Peaches, you Neandarthal!"
"It's bloody wonderful."
"Thanks. Oz gave…oh."
"Sorry, Peaches."
"Nevermind…I'll get over this in about six centuries."
"So he hasn't called?"
"No."
"What a wanker."
"Hey!"
"Well, he is. He skips town, leaving you to grieve over him, doesn't even say whether you can date other chaps, have a good time…"
"He was my good time. And now he's gone."
"Exactly. And you need to get over it."
"I am over it. I'm just looking over my shoulder to see what I left behind."

43.
"So, Henry the Fourth, huh?"
"Yeah, it's the sequel."
"Yuk. Sequels. Always third-rate."
"My teacher said this one's good."
"He lied."
"So, do you want me to be eternally grateful to you for summarizing it for me?"
"I want more than that, Red."
"Huh…?"
"Gratitude. I hate that."
"Sorry. OK, I'll just be incredibly thoughtless and take you for granted."
"That's better. Now go get me something to drink."
"OK…"
"Warm it up till it simmers!"
"Yuk…"
"And put some cinnamon in it."
"Cinnamon?"
"Yeah, it adds gusto!"
"Whatever you say, Spike…"

(…)

"So, here's the deal. There's an old king and a young prince. They don't see eye-to-eye."
"Wait, let me write this down."
"Red, this is just a dodgy sketch of the bloody play."
"It doesn't matter. It's precious."

…

"And anyway…the whole thing ends with a kick-ass battle, heads roll, arms get chopped off and everybody dies happily ever after. The end!"
"Wow…"
"So, are you ready to do your essay?"
"Well, I just need to comment on some of the characters. Hal, for one."
"He's easy. Spoiled brat with nothing to do. I like him."
"You would…"

44. "And so, Hal is a precociously young would-be ruler with an anxious heart. The end."
"I don't know…pet. It doesn't sound like much of an ending to me."
"But I did the best I could!"
"Are you sure? Give me your notebook."
"Here…"
"In short, Henry the Fourth is a notable play about the intricacies of power. Hal would symbolize the modern ruler with ambitious pursuits and his father the outdated monarch who searches for his lost honour in a world that has disappeared forever. The end."
"That's great, Spike! Thanks so much! OK, don't get too excited, but I'm gonna kiss you."
"YES!"
"…"
"Long live Prince Hal and all Shakespearean plays! Amen!"

45.
"You know, Peaches, I think you've finally got the hang of how I like my blood."
"That's not surprising, you've been bitching about it ever since I first came to see you."
"Practice makes drinkable, pet."
"What's on TV tonight?"
"Bonanza."
"Hehehehe…"
"Cowboys with tons of make-up on, damsels with fake hair, glittery sets with too much varnish, that old sixties feeling…It's one mediocre classic!"
"I always wished I could ride."
"You can ride me anytime, I won't throw you off."
"Spike! Lay off…"
"You're as red as my drink, love…"

46.
"Hey guys! Bonanza, huh?"
"Xapper, don't you have a hole to crawl into?"
"Yes, but my landlady's giving me a hard time."
"Why, cause she resents having a useless clutz around the house all the time?"
"No…cause someone broke my wash-machine and didn't fix it!"
"That piece of junk was just begging to have someone beat the crap out of it."
"Ans since you're pretty much out of the draining game…"
"You're sharp, Harris…"
"Anyway, where are the pancakes?"
"Ha! You wish…"
"What, no pancakes? Oh man…a guy spends his whole day working and then comes home and expects his wife to have something tasty waiting for him and-"
"XAPPER, YOU'RE GOING DOWN!!!"
"AHHHHH!!!!!!! SPIKE! LAY OFF!"
"I CAN'T KILL BUT I CAN POUNCE!!!"
"YOU'VE PROVED YOUR POINT!!! NOW *QUIT* IT!!!"
"Spike! Passions is on."
"Oh goody! Yuk, I have Xapper's skincells under my nails…"

47.
"So Slayer…what's this ghoul all about?"
"Hm…tall, dark, unhandsome, with big claws and big sharp teeth. Oh and he howls as well."
"Just your regular Joe-Demon then…"
"Yeah, but he's bent on hacking some very human beings in his path of destruction…"
"So? He knows how to have fun. A welcome addition to this community of comatose terminal cases…"
"Spike…you're not helping."
"Of course I'm not helping! If you expect any better, you're a fool."
"Will, get rid of Spike for me…"
"Yeah, Red, come say hello. You've been pretty inconspicuous this afternoon…"
"I'm really worried about this whole Initiative thing…who would've thought Riley--?"
"Yes...Will. Thanks for reminding me."
"Sorry, but…"
"Red, sit down. Your blood flow is drumming in my ears."
"Sorry…"
"And stop apologizing. It's not your fault Buffy here can't face facts!"
"Hey! I can handle facts as well as anyone else. But these aren't facts, these are truth granades exploding in my face, OK?!"
"Fine. As long as they're exploding, you can't miss them. Unless you're really as ditzy-"
"You finish that sentence, mister, and you'll be having a first-degree encounter with the sun!"
"Well, it can't be any worse then having a third-rate encounter with you, so…"
"Oh shut the hell up."
"Spike, I got something for you."
"Honest?! Aw, Red….you shouldn't have."
"He's got a point, Will. You're spoiling the big, bad vampire."
"Open it."
"OK…I'm outta here."
"Go, go, go…"
"Red! I can't believe you did this!"
"Like it?"
"It's…*smashing*!!!"
"It's just that you liked Xander's PlayStation so much that I thought-"
"You *thought*, Red! Come here!"
"It's OK, Spi-mmmm!"
"Oh God…just get a room, you two!"
"We will, if you pay for it, Slayer!"
"Keep dreaming. Now are we gonna work or smooch?"
"Smooch!"
"Work…"
"Good grief…"

48.
"So you've been around since the dawn of time, huh?"
"Yeah, pretty much. I actually missed that particular dawn. I was doing homework."
"Very impressive."
"Not really."
"Yeah, you're right."
"So, what was it like?"
"What, the dawn of time?"
"Yeah."
"Very boring. No health-clubs, no discos, no Xander…"
"Yeah, it must've been hell…"
"It's much better now."
"Why, because of Xap-Xander?"
"Yes! He's my dawn of time."
"Ugh…"
"Are you OK?"
"Yeah…just gimme a minute."
"Anyway…Xander's the best boyfriend ever."
"OK, and the Oscar to over-statement of the year goes to…"
"Hey! Don't get my back up, Spike, you wouldn't like me when I'm demonic."
"Hm…why not? I can beat up demons."
"I'd kick your ass beyond recognition and leave you lying in a pool of other people's blood."
"Oh…OK. Thanks for letting me know."

49.
"Faith's back in town!"
"On a wheelchair?"
"Xander…"
"What? Last time we heard about her, she was vegetating on a hospital bed, after having kicked the crap out of everyone in Sunnydale."
"Honest? Whoa, what a chick! When do I get to meet her?!"
"Never. You two lay eyes on each other and I'll stake you both!"
"Jealous, Slayer?"
"Ha! You're really mistaking your Freud, Spike."
"Hm… I wonder."
"She knocked down Willow too."
"WHAT?!!!!"
"Hey, whoa there, tiger…keep your cool."
"THAT'S IT! THE CHICK'S ANIMAL FOOD!"
"SPIKE! *SIT* DOWN!"
"Bloody hell, the chick's out there, she punched your best friend, she's getting ready to conjure up havoc and you tell me to sit down??? What's wrong with you people?!!!"
"We're sane, that's what's wrong with us. Now keep still and let me do the talking."
"Bloody Slayer…"
"Hey, you can't fight her, remember? Even though she's evil. She'd make minced meat out of you. So, either back off or be helpful!"
"Hmph!"
"Buffy! What's wrong? I came here as fast as I could!"
"We've got a Faith crisis."
"Oh no…"
"Oh *very* yes."
"Where is she?"
"Creeping around town somewhere."
"So what are we gonna do?"
"Don't worry, Red, I can't fight but I can throw things."
"That's great, Spike…"
"I'm gonna pay her a surprise visit before she leaves her calling card somewhere."
"Ha! I hope she's out there waiting for you. If she is, pay her my homage, but tell her to lay off Red."
"Do I look like a stupid answering machine?! Don't leave your idiotic messages with me, OK?"
"No, I'd better not. You'd probably get them all jumbled up anyway…"

50.
"God, Buffy, are you alright?"
"No…*God*, no! She's stronger. I don't know what being in a coma did to her, but-"
"Here…sit down."
"I gotta talk to Giles about this. She's prepared to do some major damage and I don't know if I'm up to it."
"You've always been up to it! Faith's no match for you."
"But she's more than a match for everybody else. Including Spike."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, have you seen him today? Is he around?"
"No…maybe he just went for a walk."
"Yeah, and merrily bumped into our Faith."
"No! Don't say that!"
"Willow, let's face it, OK? Spike's no good, Faith's no good and if they meet, we're in for a lot of pain!"
"Buffy, listen to yourself. Spike and Faith joining forces?! It's…ridiculous!"
"No, Will…it's very, very logical."
"No…"
"Willow…"
"I'm gonna go look for him."
"No! Faith's out there!"
"I can't stay here…not now."
"Willow!"