4.03 "In The Harsh Light of Day";

- It's definitely the crypt right. I'm not keen on tunneling into someone's septic tank.
-You'd better be more than sure. Cause I'd hate to have to hurt you.
- Harm, does this look like a good time?
-Nobody knows I'm here. And I'm not killing the slayer's best friend because that would tend to announce my presence. And we're too bloody close.
-SOD OFF! Now go eat something, I've got work to do.
-He's perfectly fresh.
-Harm!
-You'd like that wouldn't you.
-Tonight. I'll take you somewhere nice.
-Well this is interesting. Sort of a double date.
-So, let's have a look at the new boy.
-He's got. What's the word? Vulnerability.
-Actually, how we met. It's a funny story.
-Maybe I left her.
- Harm! We are going. It isn't time yet.
-Argh!
-No.
-No. On second thought, yes. Go do that. Take your time. Do Melanie and the kids as well
-Harm. Will you shut the hell up?!
-I've got an extra set of chains.
-Dru-scilla. Say her name.
-Bite your tongue.
-Harm, what are you doing.
-Why?
- I've got to get back to work.
-I love syphilis more than you.
-It's here.
-We're close now. No one leaves the layer till we're in. I don't want the slayer tracking anyone to the tunnel. And that means you too Harmony. You're an indoor kitty now.
-Listen to me, you stupid bint. This gem is everything I came back to Sunnydale for, which has witnessed some truly spectacular kickings of my ass. Now, when I have the gem, they'll all die, don't worry. But until then, stay inside. And by the way, I would be insanely happy if I heard bugger all, about sodding France.
-Love hurts baby.
-It's real.
-Take whatever you want I don't care.
- Hold on.
-That's my gem.
-That's a good idea. I think I'll go wait outside.
-Wow. That was pathetic.
-Birds singing, squirrels making lots of rotten little squirrels. Sun beaming down in a nice, non-fatal way. It's very exciting, I can't wait to see if I freckle.
-Oh, do it again. It tickels. You know, in a good way.
- The gem of amara.
-Official sponsor, of my killing you.
- Getting tired Slayer?
-So, you let Parker take a poke, eh? Didn't seem like you know each other that well. What did it take to pry apart the Slayer's dimpled knees?
-Did he play the sensitive lad and get you to seduce him? That's a good trick if the girls thick enough to buy it.
-I wonder what went wrong. Were you too strong? Did you bruise the boy? Come to think of it seems like someone told me that. Who was it? Oh, yeah. Angel.
- Take it off me this way, we both burn.

Angel 1.03 "In The Dark"

-"How can I thank you, you mysterious, black-clad hunk of a night thing?  No need, little lady, your tears of gratitude are enough for me. You see, I was once a badass vampire, but love and a pesky curse defanged me. Now I'm just a big, fluffy puppy with bad teeth. No, not the hair! Never the hair!  But there must be someway I can show my appreciation. No, helping those in need's my job, - and working up a load of sexual tension, and prancing away like a magnificent poof is truly thanks enough! I understand. I have a nephew who is gay, so…  Say no more. Evil's still afoot! And I'm almost out of that Nancy-boy hair-gel that I like so much. Quickly, to the Angel-mobile, away!"
- "Go on with you. Play the big, strapping hero while you can. You have a few surprises coming your way. - The ring of Amarra - a visit from your old pal Spike, - and, oh yeah, - your gruesome, horrible death."
- "Angel. I believe you have something I'm looking for - a shiny, little bauble?"
-"Why? Because you are vampire detective now? What's next? Vampire cowboy? Vampire fireman? Oh, vampire ballerina."
-"Hey, I had a plan!"
-"A good plan. Smart. Carefully laid out. - But I got bored.  All that watching, waiting, - my legs started to cramp. Enough with the hit'n'quip. Just tell me were the damn ring is."
- "Cordelia. You look smashing. Did you lose weight?"
- "I'll get that ring. This isn't over until one of us is a pile of dust, mate."
-"Did anyone ever tell you you were a real buzz-kill, mate?"
- "Caught me fair and square, White Hat. - I guess there is nothing to do now but to go quietly and pay my debt to society."
- "I maybe a slow learner…"
-"But eventually I learn."
- "Marcus is an expert. Some say artist, but I've never been comfortable with labels. - He's a bloody king of torture, he is. Humans, demons, - politicians, makes no difference.  Some say he invented several of the Classics, - but he won't tell me which ones. - beneath the cool exterior, you'll find he is rather shy. - Except with kids. You like kids, don't you Marcus? - Well, likes to eat. and other nasty things."
- "Annoying isn't it? Still attached."
-"Do you two need to be alone, or can we go on to the ouchy part?"
- "Yeah, and with a Slayer no less. How is that for perversion?"
-"Right, vampire with a soul. Cursy-cursed to walk the earth trying to do good. That's not going to be a problem, is it?"
-"Souls, fingers, toes… Let's get chopping, will you? I want my damn ring!"
- "Someone's having shish kabob."
-"Why do you keep asking him that? And why do you keep playing that bleeding Brahms?"
- "Yeah? Personally I prefer his older funnier symphonies myself. - LOOK I WANT MY RING BACK!  If I don't get it pretty soon, I'm going to stake me old Sire right here and now!"
- "*You* get it for me."
-"I believe he does."
-"You think? Because I'm not the one chained to the ceiling with hot pokers in my side,"
-"Oh, good Lord, why didn't I think of…? Oh, wait half a mo', I did. I hired a guy who doesn't care about the ring, or anything else on God's green earth except taking blokes apart one piece at a time. - It's called addiction, Angel. We all have it. - I believe yours is named Slutty the vampire Slayer. Thank you! - Speaking of little Buff, I ran into her recently. Your name didn't come up. Although she has been awful busy jumping the bones of the first lunk-head that came along. Good-looking fellow - used her shamelessly. - She is cute when she is hurting, isn't she?"
-"I think I will go get a bit of fresh air - leave you two kids to it. Now that is music!"
-"If I was a ring, where would I be? - - Well, this is fun. - But it's going to get old real fast."
- "Cordelia. Love the hair."
-"What is it with you good guys running in packs? Who is this one then?"
-"Ooh, the Mick's got spine! Maybe I'll snap it in two."
-"You'll be dead before that arrow leaves the bow. -Now where was I? Bloody tired of looking for that ring. I think you two should take over now,"
-"Angel, um - tall brooding guy, caveman brow? - He's having the living hell tortures out of him. And you know how stubborn he can be, he might die before he gives up the ring. Why don't you two find it real fast and give it to me. I'll let Angel go."
- "To coin a popular Sunnydale phrase: 'duh!' But you have until sundown to save him. You'll find me behind Peterson's Fishery between Seward and Westminster. -Don't be late."
-"Now, now, staking the torturer is strictly prohibited."
-"Easy, fella, still need that ring.  Now you've made him mad. Wouldn't want to be in your chains."
-"Well, what's say I'll grab a pair of needle-nose pliers and give a hand?
-"So - where is my ring?"
-"And suddenly I'm so painfully bored. Time runs short, children. Give me that ring as if Angel's life depended on it."
-"He is still alive I think. In one piece was never part of the deal."
-"Lucy, I'm home."
-"hey, hey! A deal's a deal."
- "And our deal was for the ring. You've wasted quiet enough of my time, so I'd really like it - NOW!"
- "Come on. You don't really thin that we're going to do that, do you?"
-"Where is the ring? - Bloody hell."
-"Son of a bitch! - I do the work, - I do the digging, - fight off a Slayer, - drive to LA, fire the help, - and what do I get? - ROYALLY SCREWED, is what! - Well that cinches it. No more partners. From now on I'm my own man. A lone wolf. Sole survivor. Look out, here comes Spike! The baddest mother… Ahh! I really hope they kill each other."

4.06 "Wild at Heart"

-Watch your mouth, little girl. You should know better than to tempt the fates that way. 'Cause the big bad is back, And this time, it's...  Urrgh! Aaaahhh!

4.07 "The Initiative"

- Slayer... I'll kill you. Not so tough. I... Kill slayer.
- Uh-huh. And who are you, mate?
-And how are they gonna do that?
-And, uh, they are? The government? Nazis? A major cosmetics company?
-The slayer! I knew it! I knew it!
-She set me up, too. I always worried what would happen
-Sorry, can't stay. Got to go see a girl.
-Bit busy right now.
-New plan! We split up. You go that way. He shoves the vampire into the ops guys and flees.
-It's me, baby.
-I know, sugar, but you're forgetting one other thing I did. I missed you.
-Oh, never, my little foam latte. Your blondie bear is here to stay.
-Oh, forever and ever, mon petite creme brulee.
-Uh, yeah, and get used to it. Big daddy's home. We're gonna go wherever you want, do whatever you want,another weapon  kill whoever you want. Starting with the slayer.  And after that, it's all you and me, my little mentholated pack of smokes.
-Ow! Uh, no, see, ow.
-Hello, gorgeous.
- I'll give you a choice.  Now I'm gonna kill you. No choice in that. But... I can let you stay dead... Or... Bring you back, to be like me.
-Bonus.
-I don't understand. This sort of thing's never happened to me before.
-I felt all right when I started. Let's try again. Ow! Oh! Ow! Damn it!
- Not to me, it doesn't!
-What are you talking about?
-Piffle!
-Don't be ridiculous. I'd bite you in a heartbeat.
-Thought about it.
-Remember last year, you had on that... Fuzzy pink number with the lilac underneath?
-Mmm. I hate being obvious. All fang-y and "rrrr!" Takes the mystery out.
-If I could, yeah.
-Don't patronize me.
-I'm only 126.
-Aah!

4.08 "Pangs"

- But, baby, this is where I belong.
-You don't mean that.
-See? I knew you'd end up welcoming be back  With open...Arms.
-You had that in our bed? Do you know how dangerous that is?
- You wouldn't do it.
-All right. All right, I'll go. Just--
- Can I have someone to eat?
-Help me. Ohh! What part of help me do you not understand? -Come on, I'm parboiling out here.
-Invite me in.
-Oh, damn it! look, I'm safe. I can't bite anyone. Willow, tell' em what I did.
- Yes, bad, but let's skip that part and get to the part where I couldn't bite you.
-Yeah, well, it looks like they've done me for good. Um...
-I'm saying that spike had a little trip to the vet and now he doesn't chase the other puppies anymore. I can't bite anything. I can't even hit people.
-I've got information. About the soldier boys you were fighting. Got the inside scoop. Come on, what have you got to be afraid of?
- G Grrr. Bloody hell, woman. You're cuttin' off my circulation.
-Well, it pinches.
- I came to you in friendship. Well, all right, seething hatred, but I've got useful information, and I feel I'm being mistreated.
- I'm too hungry to remember everything.
-I wouldn't say no to a brandy.
-Oh, someone put a stake in me.
-I just can't take all this mamby-pamby boo-hooing about the bloody indians.
- You won. All right? You came in and you killed them and you took their land. That's what conquering nations do. It's what caesar did, and he's not going around saying, "I came, I conquered, I felt really bad about it." The history of the world isn't people making friends. You had better weapons, and you massacred them. End of story.
- Listen to you. How you gonna fight anyone with that attitude?
- Heh heh. Yeah...Good luck.
-You exterminated his race. What could you possibly say that would make him feel better? It's kill or be killed here. Take your bloody pick.
-Oh, leave that one. He looks like he's ready to drop any minute, and I think I can eat someone if he's already dead.
- Hey, when do I get fed?
-You know what happens to vampires who don't get to feed?
-Living skeletons, mate. Like famine pictures from those dusty countries, only not half as funny.
-Do you know what else has blood in it? Blood.
-What's going on?!
- What about me? You gonna leave me here like this? Hey! Watch the heart!
-Remember that conquering nation thing? Forget it. Apologize.
-Fine, I'll do it myself. Hey, sorry. Sorry about that, chief.
-Ok, one... 2... 3. Ow! Bloody hell! Ohh!
-Hey!
-You made a bear!
- Undo it! Undo it!
-What happened? Did we win?
-Yeah, that's the fun.
-Oh, lay off. You all had a fine meal.
-You'd think one of you would bleed a little.

4.09 "Something Blue"

- Well, they were human. Two eyes each, kind of in the middle.
-Underground. I came out through an air vent. I don't know exactly where. I'm done. Put the telly on.
- It's about time. Hope you got it warm enough.
-I don't know why you're so dainty all of a sudden. You've done this for Angel - you must have.
- Hey! Give it!
- I'm tryin' to remember. It was very traumatic.
- How long am I going to live once I tell you?
-Hey!
-You are one step away, missy.
- Comfy? I'm chained in a bathtub drinkin' pig's blood from a novelty mug. Doesn't rank huge in the Zagut's Guide.
-Giles, make her stop.
- What, are you people blind? She's hangin' on by a thread. Any ninny can see that.
- Come on, now! It's telly time!
- "Passions" is on! Timmy's down the bloody well, and if you make me miss it, I'll-
-You know.. not too keen about this spell stuff. Tends to be a bit unpredictable.
- Hey, what's that all about?
- Well, I won't have you doin' mojo on me if you can't read properly. You might turn me into a stink beetle or what all.
-Me too. Musta got.. turned around..
-Hang.. hang on, this- this is it. Wait.. no.. yes.
- The lab. Commando lab. The door was right here where I escaped.
-Open up! I'm gonna kill you!
-Let me in!  Fix me..
-Get off!
- Hey! Watch it!
-Swear, what? You're not gonna do anything to me. You don't got the stones.
-Yeah? You're all talk.
- I get this spell reversed, they'll be finding your body for weeks.
- Just say yes, and make me the happiest man on earth.
-Well, first thing I'd say, we're not having a church wedding.
-Fabulous. Enjoy your honeymoon with the big pile of dust.
-Warm breeze tosses the leaves aside, and again - you're registering as Mr and Mrs Big-Pile-of-Dust.
-Oh, pouty! Look at that lip.. gonna get it.. gonna get it..
- You wern't gonna say that name.
-Well, where would Angel like to register? And can we have the photographer Angel would've wanted? And, flowers Angel would have liked?
- What you want is a general reversal spell. Gonna need supplies.
- Well, it's almost like you're my father-in-law, in'nt?
- I don't like him. He's insipid. Clearly human.
- That's my girl..
-Where as the name Buffy gives it that touch of classic elegance.
-Well, it's a terrible name.
-Your mother, yeah, she's a genius.
- This is the crack team that foils my every plan? I am deeply shamed.
-They have to hear it sooner or later..
- What are you lookin' at?
- That's it - you're off the usher list.
-I agree with Xander here. Seems like a lot of work for people who hunt us.
- For now.
- Let's see - do I want you to give up killing all my friends? Yeah, I've given it some thought.
-Oh, fluffy.
- Wear this to the rehearsal dinner and the whole thing's off.
-I'm not posing for chattal.
- Buffy!
- They're strong, and I can't fight. If they get in, I don't know if I can protect you.
-Oh, not with the Girl-Power bit!
-Slayer..
-Oh, bloody hell!
- Don't I get a cookie?
- Well, I gotta have something. I still have Buffy taste in my mouth.
- Yeah.. well I'm not the one who wanted, "Wind Beneath My Wings" for the first dance.

4.10 "Hush"

-"Group of what?"
- "Dunno."
-"No. We're out of wheat-a-bits."
- "Get some more."
-"Yep. Well sometimes I like to crumble up the wheat-a-bits in the blood - give it a little texture."
- "Sissy."
- "Oh, we're not your friends. Go on."
-"What?"
- "I'm not staying with him!"
-"I'm not having these two shag while I'm tied to a chair three feet away"
- "{unintelligible}"
- "{dunna} see why I have to be tied up"
- " Like I'd bite you anyway"
- " not bloody likely"
-: " alright, yeah fine you're a {nummy} treat."
-: "Xander don't you care about me."
- "We never talk."
-: " Xaaannnder."
- --no--

4.11 "Doomed"

- "Lets try again."
.-"I can't bite anything. I can't even hit people."
-"Sodden sleeping chair is bloody - sodden."
- "Do I look like a plumber to you?"
- "Yeah, delivering melted cheese on bread, doing your part to keep America constipated."
-"Don't turn around."
- "Don't look at me."
- "I shrunk them. Bleeding shirt, trousers. I hate this place."
- "Go out, get me some decent stuff, and I want more blood."
- "You want me to tear this place apart, you bloody poof?"
-"Good bye, Dru. See you in hell."
-"Bloody rot. Can't a person knock?"
- "Fag off! - It's no concern of yours."
-"Oh, but you can. You know I'd drain you drier than the Sahara if I had half a chance. And besides, I'm beyond pathetic. Stuck in this basement washing skivvies for a blighter I wouldn't have bothered to bite a few months ago."
-"I mean, am I even remotely scary anymore? Tell me the truth."
- "Stop, please, just clear out."
-"Oh, you go on. I won't do anything. I feel better now. Promise."
- "Really? You're not just saying that?"
- "Which means I'm one step closer to melting in a sea of molten hellfire, yeah?"
-"Adjust? And what? End up like the two of you? No thank you."
- "I should think you would be glad to greet the end of days. I mean, neither one of you is making much of a go at it. You. Kids your age are going off to University, you've made it as far as the basement. And Red here, - you couldn't even keep dog-boy happy. You can take the loser out of high school, but..."
-"Am not! I just don't want pity from geeks more useless than I am."
-"*Buffy* fights the forces of evil. You're her groupies. She'd do just as well without you - better I'd wager, since she wouldn't have to go about saving your hides all the time."
- "Or you're just the same tenth grade losers you've always been, and she's too much of a softy to cut you lose."
- "Fine by me. Hope we all go under."
- "Lets rock and roll."
-"Right, perfect."
-"No pain! - I can hurt a demon!"
- "That's right. I'm back. And I'm a BLOODY ANIMAL! Yeah!"
- "What? I was helping!"
-"Me?  No. No, sir. I'm just an old pal of Xander's here."
-"What's this? Sitting around watching the telly while there's evil still a foot.  That's not very industrious of you. I say we go out there  and kick a little demon ass! What, can't go without your Buffy, is that it? To chicken? Let's find her! She is the Chosen One after all. - Come on! Vampires! Grrr! Nasty! Let's annihilate them. For justice - and for - the safety of puppies - and Christmas, right? Let's *fight* that evil! - Let's *kill* something! Oh, come *on*!"

4.12 "A New Man"

-Hang on. Let a fella get organized.
- And you're what? Shocked and disappointed? I'm evil!
- I don't know. Maybe a crypt. Some place, you know, dark and dank. But not as dark and dank as this.
-I've known corpses with a fresher smell. In fact, I've been one.
- It's not gonna have electricity anyway. It's a crypt, remember?
- No.
-Demon girl's got a point. I need fresh blood. If I had a few bob for a room with an honor bar--
- Don't know why she didn't come. Say good-bye, shed a few tears.
- Well. What do I spy with my little eye? - A demon. That would be . . . oh, right . . . the things I can kill.
-Giles?
-Of course I understand you.
- No, you're speaking Fyarl. I happen to speak Fyarl. And . . . by the way, why the hell are you suddenly a Fyarl demon? You just come over all demony this morning?
- And I'm just supposed to help you out of the evilness of my heart?
-Oh, tremendously convincing. Try it again without the stutter.
- Oh, I like money. How much?
- A hundred dollars? You'll have to do a lot better than that. Two-hundred.
- Right, then.
-So what's first? I run and tell the Slayer what you've gotten yourself into?
-I'm doing my best. I don't know if I'm driving this thing or wearing it.
-Funny hearing a Fyarl demon say "serviceable." Had a couple of them working for me once. They're more like "Like to crush. Crush now?" Strong though. You won't meet a jar you can't open for the rest of your life.
- What was that? Did you growl?
-Well, you got the mucous thing.
- Paralyzing mucous. Shoots out through the nose. Sets on fast. Hard as a rock. Pretty good in a fight.
- Maybe. But hey, you feel a sneeze coming on, you warn me.
-Calm down, will you?
- Fine with me. So long as you pay me.
- Good times. Go with it.
-Oh, it's fun. I can't do it, do it for me. Now let yourself go.
-Two of them. English like me. But older, less attractive. One of them gave you his number.
-Which rat trap?
-Thank you.
-How ya feeling, mate?
-Now that sounds like a Fyarl demon. Good for you.
-Hey, picked up a tail.
-I mean someone is following us. Humvee. Military.
-I got it floored. Why'd you buy this car?
- It's getting closer.
- And it's got a friend!
- Oh, sure! Dismantle the getaway car. That'll scare them.
-: Hold on. These commandos. They're the same guys that are after me too.. Maybe I want you around to split their attention a bit?
- You just try and stop me, you stupid jar-- -
-I can kill demons. I can crash cars. . . . Things are looking up!"**

4.13 "The I In Team"

-Hey! Wipe your feet when you enter a person's home.
-I admit, it's a bit of a fixer-upper. Needs a woman's touch.  Care to have a crack at it?
- Stuff the gratitude. You owe me more than that, mate.
-I'll do that.
-Ugh! You made me lose count.  What are you still doing here?
-Well piss off, then.  This bit of business wraps up any I got with you and your Slayerettes. From here on I want nothing to do with the lot of you.
-Well you and yours will just have to show a little restraint is all. Get out.
- And I don't want you crawling back here knocking on my door pleading for help the second Teen Witch's magic goes all wonky or little Xander cuts a new tooth. We're through. You got it?
-Honeymoon is over.
-Close the door!
-Soldiers boys are out in force. I've been trying to keep them off my scent. Run them in circles. But they keep coming.
- All right. What do you want me to say? I need help.  And no cheek from you.
- Look! The buggers shot me. In the back.
- Because you do that. You're the goody-good guys. You're the bloody freaking cavalry.
- Ooh! Because I helped you! When you turned into that Fyarl demon, I helped you, didn't I? 
- Oh, hell no. I made you pay me--  You right bastard. That's all that's left. I spent the rest on blood and smokes, which I'll never see again.Ah, come on! Circle the wagons. Tend to the wounded here. No time for layabouts.
- Oww! Watch it. That hurts.
-Also not tranquil.
- I don't care if it's playing 'Rockin' the Casbah' on the bloody Jew's harp, just get it out of me!
-What? You're gonna get snockered now?
- A what?
-I'm not going anywhere. Not until those bastards undo whatever they did to me. Put me back the way I was.
-Do you think that would work?

4.14 "Goodbye Iowa"

-Gotta hand it to you, Goldilocks.
-You do have bleeding tragic taste in men.
-I got a cousin married to a regurgitating Frovalox demon that`s got better instincts.
-Was Riley knitting bootees for your offspring while Maggie was stringing you up?
-What? It was good enough for me but you`re above it all?
-No. I`m just a friend of Xander`s.
-Bugger it. I`m your guy.
-Hey. What am I? A bleedin` broken record? I`m bad.
-It`s just... I can`t bite any more. Thanks to you wankers.
-Leaving you swabs to your dramatics, thanks.
-I`ve got my stories on the telly for that.
-By the by, if you`re trying to kill her...
-Double shot of O neg, `keep.
-Make it the good stuff. I don`t want no freakin` orang-utan.
-Been a pisser of a day.
-Those army blokes are on the tear.
-They ran me outta my place. And all over town.
-Yeah, what`s up?
-War?

4.15 "This Year's Girl"

-Me? I'm not the one out of place here.
- Sounds serious.
-What do you need?
-Is this bird after you?
- Tell you what I'll do then. Head out, find this girl, tell her exactly where all of you are, and then watch as she kills you.
-Can anyone of your damn little Scooby club at least try to remember that I HATE you all? Just because I can't do the damage myself doesn't stop me from aiming a loose cannon your way. And here I thought the evening'd be dull.
-Dark hair, this tall, name of Faith. Criminally insane. I like this girl already.

4.16 "Who Are You?"

- Oh, you.
-What, are you keeping tabs on me? You're gonna give me a hard time now?
-Very funny. Well, you don't have to worry about me drinking. Unless you're here to protect innocent beers.
Was. And as soon as I get this chip out of my head, I'll be a vampire again. But until then, I'm just as helpless as a kitten up a tree. So why don't you sod off?
- Oh, fine! Throw it in my face! Spike's not a threat anymore. I'll turn my back. He can't hurt me.
-You know why I really hate you, Summers?
-Well, yeah, that covers a lot of it.
- I get this chip out, you and me are gonna have a confrontation.

4.17 "Superstar"

-"Well, well the man himself."
-"I live here. I wasn't exactly pining for a noisy visit from 'wonder Jonathan and his fluffy battle kittens'."
- "Yeah, back off 'Betty.'"
- "Oh look Jonathan. Taking the little sidekick out for a walk, are we?"
- "Ooh ooh ooh! Semi harsh language from Betty! You're feisty when the big guy standing beside you.  Someday sweet slayer." "I would love to take you on."  "See you face the evil alone for once."
-"Why would I know about that?"
-"No. But then again I'm probably lying."
- "Hey what are you doing?"
- "You're not supposed to do that!"
-"What are you saying?"
- Look I don't know much, ok. Some vampires got kicked out of a cave in the hills behind park."
- "I don't know what did the kicking out but it's probably pretty big."

4.18 "Where The Wild Things Are"

- Grr!
- Oh, it's you.
-Hey! Yeah, I did. I scared you. Gimme money.
-You're not paying me. I'm robbing you.
-Oh. I was just a minute ago. Hang on.Get me mad again.
-Yeah, it works. Keeps me in blood and beers. Plus, you know, funny. Watching those little humans quail.
- Look who's talking! I don't see droopy boy on your arm.  Did he have better things to do?
- Yeah, tell me about it.
-You know ... you take the killing for granted.  And then it's gone, and you're like, "I wish I'd appreciated it more." Stopped and smelled the corpses, you know?
-It's a terrible thing, love is. I been there myself. It ended badly.
-You and I ... should just go do the vengeance. Both of us! You eviscerate Xander, and I'll stake Dru. Like a project.
-Yeah. I will. Maybe later.
-Hey ... I know these guys from somewhere.
-What are you doing? You brought me *here*?
-That's what *I* said! Only I hit the "here" part.
- Oh, who's the puffed-up manly man? All splotchy and possessive.
-Yeah. I see now what you said about him earlier.  No follow-through.
-Pfft!  Well, may be some fun to be had in the lion's den after all. You two keep scraping. I'll find the liquor.
-Yeah. I get that a lot.
-Well, this party's starting to liven up after all.
- Mmph!
- I am.

4.19 "New Moon Rising"

-I get this chip out, you and me are gonna have a confrontation.
-From the sound of those massive mud flaps, I'd peg you as a demon. Which means you're in for a world of...Pain.
- Do you?  Well, let's go then.
-Ow.
-Why is that exactly?
-Well, that sounds like a lot of fun.
-I get that. I'm still not sure how the Slayer fits in.
- Yeah... the thing about the Slayer is... she is a whiny little thing, but when it comes to the fighting, she does have a slight tendency to win.
-This all goes down, the chip comes out, yeah? No tricks.
-*You* were a Boy Scout?
- Or you could just use the back way.
-Hell of a lot less bother.
-Door was unlocked. You might wanna watch that, Rupert. Someone dangerous could get in.
-Now, now. None of that. Or I won't help you get Red's mongrel back.  Bad news travels fast with us demons. We all like a good laugh. 
-I happen to be seeking monetary gratification, yeah. But I also get a kick out of jackin' up those army ginks myself. I know how to find the big guy who can take you to Oz.
-Fine, if you're not interested. But I was stuck in that hole, remember? And I've heard things from other guys who've ogtten out. I can get you in. No alarms, no cameras ... no waiting.
- Look, would I wear this if I wasn't on the up-and-up?
-For a nasty town like Sunnydale, nobody seems to mind their locks.

4.20 "The Yoko Factor"

- She's a lot more than that.
-The Slayer's dangerous is all I'm saying.
-No. See? You're not getting it, Mr. Bits. You're gonna be interestingly dead.  Little Miss Tiny's got a habit of bollixing up the plans of every would-be, unstoppable bad-ass who sets foot in this town.
-Just want you to know, when the big ugly goes down, the Slayer's gonna be right in the thick of it. You ready for that?
-That's right.
-Yeah. I killed the hell out of them.
- Hey, watch it, mate. I don't fear anything. Just know my enemies.
Spike: Because . . .  Stinking, rotten luck is why. On top of that, now I got this buggering chip up my head.
- Not likely.
-Wow. I mean, *yeah*. I get why the demons all fall in line with you. You're like Tony Robbins. If he was a big scary . . Frankenstein looking-- You're exactly like Tony Robbins.
-Easier said. She's crafty. Her and her little friends.
-There's your --what do you call it-- variable. The Slayer's got pals. You want her evening the odds in a fight you don't want the Slayerettes mucking about.
-Now there's a plan. She's working solo, she won't have a chance to come after us when the wild rumpus begins. Plus, it will make her miserable. And I never get tired of that.
-Yeah. Leave `em to me.
-Not a blessed thing. They're gonna do it for me.
-You know, for someone who's got "Watcher" on his resume', you might want to cast an eye to the front door every now and again.
-Ah.  Knew I left one.  Buffy around?
-I need to speak to the lady of the house. Hey, be a pet and give her a message for me, would you? Tell her I just might have something she just might want.
-Information. Highly classified. Not cheap word-on-the-street prattle either. I'm talking about the good stuff now.
-It's nothing I know. What, you think I'd come running over saying "I've got a secret, beat me till I talk?" There's files in the Initiative. I'm pretty sure I know where.
-Yeah. Secrets.
-Mission statements. Design schematics. All of Maggie Walsh's dirty laundry, which I guess would include lots of tidbits about--
-Well, yeah. Say someone were to risk his life and limb --well, limb anyway-- to obtain said files. It might be worth a little something.
-That person'd be right, Rupert. Supply and demand. And it won't be cheap this time.
- Hmm, year supply of blood, guaranteed protection, merry bushels of cash, and, most important . . . a guarantee that I'm not to be in anyway slain.
- With a smile and a nod from you? Sorry. Not close to good enough. This deal's with the Slayer.
-Oh, you'll tell her! Great comfort that. What makes you think she'll listen to you?
- Very convincing.
-I think you're neglecting the past-tense there, Rupert. Besides, she barely listened to you when you were in charge. I've seen the way she treats you.
- Very much like a retired librarian.
- Look, I've got what she wants as long as she has what I want.
- Spread the word. She knows where to find me.
- Hello. This is just . . . swell.
-Gotta say . . liking this quite a lot.
-Kinda changes the balances of pow--OWW!!
-Akk! Oh, come on! You got to be kidding?
-It doesn't work? What about self-defense? I'm taking a risk here, you know?
- Attitude. See how far that'll take you in boot camp.Say, I hope you get one of those toughs-as-nails drill sergeants who's only hard on the men because he's trying to keep them alive when the bullets start flying. I love that stuff.
-What, you changed your mind? Not gonna join?
- Oh, your girlie-mates were talking. Something about, uh, being all you can be. Or all *you* can be. And having laugh. Figured you were signing up. Say, have you got anything larger in the . . toy gun line?
-Terrific.  You didn't have these cleaned after the last time, did you?
- Hey, it was just a laugh. There's no need to go insane over it.
- Sir, no sir.
-I think I lost the buggers.
- Took what they had. Should be something useful on one of them.
-No. I mean, a couple of them made me on the way out, but I took care of `em.
-Well, yeah. When do I get paid?
- I could've gone straight to the Slayer, you know? I cut you in, let you pretend you're actually in charge, now you've got to wait for Red's permission to finish the deal?
-Gibberish?
-Can you fix `em?
- You're not exactly the whiz these days either. God, I'm never gonna get paid.
-No. I just heard you weren't . . .Your mates said you weren't playing with computers so much. Into the new thing.
-You know, you two. The whole wicca thing.
-Can we get back to business here? I've got a deal at stake.
- Talking about, you know, it's a phase. You'll get over it.
-No, she was defending you. 'Cause Xander said you were just being trendy.
-I don't know what they were going on about. A person wants be a witch, that's their business.
- Pressing business, ladies. Don't want to get sidetracked.  Still got your monsters to fight.
-Now that . . . was fun!
- Easier than I'd thought it'd be, too.
-Feel it in my bones. It's, uh . . called the Yoko Factor.
-Don't tell me you've never heard of the Beatles?
- What a surprise. The point is, they were once a real powerful group. It's not a stretch to say they ruled the world. And when they broke up everyone blamed Yoko, but the fact is the group split itself apart, she just happened to be there. And you know how it is with kids. They go off to college, they grow apart. Way of the world.
- Well . . since we've got all our ducks in a row and not talking to each other . . guess it's time for the grand plan, huh? You know the one where I get the chipectomy. You got everything you need, right?

4.21 "Primeval"

-Slayer's got powers.
-This all goes down, the chip comes out.
-It warms the cockles of my non-beating heart seeing you lads together.
-Yeah, well...I'm not much the being-sent-for type.
- I'm much more the "I did my part, now get this chip out of my head" kind of guy.
- Slightly stiffer than usual.
- Subtile, but I like it.
- What's with him?
-Oh, so, it's chips all around, is it? Someone must've bought the party-pack.
- She's separated from her friends.
-They want nothing to do with her.
- She's all alone.
- Right. The Initiative. But getting her there--that's what the bleeding disks are for, isn't it? Our little witch gives her the info and pop--Alice heads back down the rabbit hole.
- Uh, Willow.About so high, perky, good with math. Natural choice.
-Right.
-Damn right I did. You should've seen her. They won't be talking to each other for a long, long--
-Hang on. I think I might've detected a small flaw.
- Well, hey, you're supposed to be so smart.  You let me plan this thing. Okay, let's not quibble about who failed who. The important thing is make sure the Slayer is where we want--
-Gone.
- So, uh, we'll do this chip thing when I get back.
-Easy, Sheriff. Watch where you point that thing
- Looking for a little weekend getaway place. Shove off.
-What?
- Oh, cripes. That's all I need. Runnin' into that goon.
- Look at little Nancy Drew. What about those disks I nabbed? They ought to tell you something.
- Well, then I'd get on that.
- Can't ignore valuable information
- just 'cause you two birds fell out, now can you?
-Well, you do what you want.
-No worry of mine, now is it?
- Good on you. Got a chunk of prognosticating demon in there, right?
- Now, if you'll just get this chip out of my cranium... I'll be out of your way. And mind the hairline. I don't fancy fussing over a comb-over as I resume my killing ways. Come on, we had a deal.
-Must-See-TV. Bait's been taken. Trap's all set. The Slayer has landed. So...
-Hello??? Paging Dr. Owe Me One.
-Well, that's one way of looking at it.
- Oh, come on! It's not like I wasn't trying! That's worth something, isn't it?
-Nasty sort of fellow. Lucky for you blighters I was here, eh?
-Did it work?
-Well, then everything's all right. And we all get to be not staked through the heart. Good work, team.
- Well, let's go save 'em, by gum.

4.22 "Restless"

-Giles here is gonna teach me to be a Watcher. Says I got the stuff.
-And on land!
-Hey!
-Come on! You're gonna miss everything!
- I've hired myself out as an attraction.
-Well, at least it's showbiz.
- You gotta make up your mind, Rupes.
-What are you wasting your time for?
- Haven't you figured it all out yet, with your enormous squishy frontal lobes?