7.01 "Lessons"
-Buffy… duck.
-No visitors today. Terribly busy.
-Nobody comes in here. It's just the three of us.
-Don't you think I'm trying! I'm not fast, not a quick study. I dropped my board in the water and the chalk all ran. Sure to be caned. Should've seen that coming.
-I tried… I tried to cut it out.
-Not ghosts.
-Manifest spirits controlled by a talisman, raised to seek vengeance. A four-year-old could figure it.
-This is my home. I belong here. Always been here. Cheers for stopping by. It's in the wall.
-The thing is… I had a speech. I learned it all. Oh, god. She won't understand. She won't understand.


7.02 "Beneath You"
-No, no, no. Now is not the time. You know it. I know it. But making them understand… is a totally different matter. No manners is the problem. Proper breeding… lack of etiquette. All of it lacking. All of it lost on them.
-Not the time. Not hardly ready. Stop! Please, mum! Begging now… make it stop! Oh, god.
-What you need is help.
-Fortunately, you've got me.
-I have.
-Easy. If you think I like putting myself here, surrounded by people who don't particularly like me, you'd be wrong.
-I'll be quick.We need to talk. You want to do that here or privately?
-I did. Before I start, and for the record, last you saw me, I was a mess. Out of my head. Admitted. Last week, living in the school basement, well, you saw me.
-Now, in fairness to Buffy-
-I didn't come here to atone.
-Only to help you.
-I was hoping you'd tell me. You're the Slayer, connected to the visions, long line of worthies, right? I'm just a guy with his ear to the ground but even I can feel it. Something's coming. I don't know what, exactly, but something's brewing and it's so big, ugly and damned, it makes you and me look like little bitty puzzle pieces. If I'm wrong, say so. Lovely. No hard feelings. I'll go out that door and you can lock it behind me with any spell you like. So… am I wrong?
-You're gonna need some help.
-I didn't. I'm just a guy who can lend a hand if you'll let me. Ball's in your court, Slayer.
-Righty-o, then.
-Yeah, what's your point, niblet?
-You're awfully quiet.
-Fine with me. I was more than half-expecting to get an earful anyway. And when exactly did your sister get unbelievably scary?
-What? I told you once, straight up, I'm here to help and that's all. Think this here's our spot?
-I don't fancy sticking my head in there.
-Well, you saw me. Those ghostly types in the school basement got in my head. Made me flat-out bug-shagging crazy… and I'm not exactly bragging about it but they were stronger than I was. Made me see things. Do things. And how come you never told anyone you saw me?
-Sorry to disappoint.
-Hold the torch, will you?
-It's not. Look, I can't blame you for being all skittish.
-Neither do I. I can't say "sorry". I can't use "forgive me". All I can say is, Buffy, I've changed.
-Well, that's something.
-You're right. There is. But we're not best friends anymore so too bad for me. I'm not sharing. We've been through things. The end of the world and back. Now I can be useful 'cause, honestly, I've got nothing better to do. Make use of me if you want. And there's nothing here. Just a bit of slime, mounds of displaced dirt and such. Whatever our beastie is, he's gone.
-That's why we're here.
-Please… I've already forgotten about our little time together.
-Didn't last.
-Briefly.
-A Sluggoth demon. Am I right?
-Sluggoth demon. It's a very large, very nasty, natural predator who died around the Crusades.
-I'm not. I'm a demon. Just like yourself, Anya. Now you're gonna turn this spell around like a good little vengeance demon or I- What?
-What are you staring at?
-Right. Let's go.
-Nothing. Let's go. Got some worm-hunting to do.
-Shut up!
-Shut your mouth!
-I said you shut up!
-Right, bitch. Round and round we-
-Working out some personal issues, are we?
-Hey, I guess this'll be first contact since… you know when. Oh, up for another round in the balcony, then?
-Right you are, luv. I haven't changed. Not a lick. And watching your face, trying to figure me out was absolutely delicious.
-Hey, is that it? A little touchy-feely and you're off to the Batpoles?
-You've had your turn, luv. Leave the real violence to the demons, yeah?
-That's right! Big Bad's back and he's lookin' for a little death!
-Sorry..
-Right. Wrong. Wrong maneuver. Not hardly helpful. Please help me. Help me!
-Too much, too much, too much… inside me, all the way. Deep, deep, deep inside me.
-Get away! Get-!
-Oh! Lucky girl Call it quits. Now there's an option. If only it was so easy. If only… if only… if only- What the hell are you screaming about? I can hear you. No need to shout!
-I get it. The joke's on me. Lots of laughs. Yeah. Bring the wife and kiddies. Come see the show… 'cause it's gonna be a circus.
-This… just the beginning, luv. A warm-up act. The real headliner's coming and when that band hits the stage, all of this… all this… will come tumbling in death and screaming, horror and bloodshed. From beneath you, it devours. From beneath… Poor Rocky.
-It didn't work.
-It didn't work.
-Costume. Didn't help. Couldn't hide.
-No more mind games. No more mind.
-Hey, hey! No touching! Am I flesh? Am I flesh to you? Feed on flesh. My flesh. Nothing else. Not a spark. Oh, fine. Flesh, then. Solid through. Get it hard, service the girl.
-Right. Girl doesn't want to be serviced. Because there's no spark. Ain't we in a soddin' engine?
-Well, yes. Where have you been all night?
-First time for everything.
-I tried to find it, of course.
-The spark. The missing… the piece. That fit. That would make me fit. Because you didn't want… god… I can't! Not with you looking.
-I dreamed of killing you.
-I think they were dreams. So weak. Did you make me weak? Thinking of you, holding myself and spilling useless buckets of salt over your… ending. Angel, he should have warned me. He makes a good show of forgetting but it's here in me… all the time. The spark. I wanted to give you what you deserve. And I got it. They put the spark in me… and now all it does is burn.
-A bit worse for lack of use.
-It's what you wanted, right? It's what you wanted, right?
-And now everybody's in here, talking. Everything I did, everyone I… and him… and it… the other. The thing beneath… beneath you. It's here, too. Everybody. They all just tell me go. Go… to hell..
-Buffy, shame on you. Why does a man do what he mustn't? For her. To be hers. To be the kind of man who would nev- To be a kind of man.
-And she shall look on him with forgiveness and everybody will forgive and love… and he will be loved. So everything's okay, right?
-Can we rest now? Buffy, can we rest?


7.03 "Same Time Same Place"
-It's what you wanted, right?
-Why does a man do what he mustn't? For her.
-Out! This is my place. You need permission to be here. You need a special slip with a stamp.
-You go off and try to wall up the bad parts and put your heart back in where it fell out. You call yourself finished, but you're not. Worse than ever, you are...
-You went away. You've been gone since...
-Tragedy. Is there blood?
-You did it once. I heard about it.
-Look at you... glowing. What's a word means "glowing"? Gotta rhyme.
-Oh, ah, no. I-I-I should hide. Hide from you. Hide my face. You know what I did.
-Everyone's talking to me. No one's talking to each other.
-Someone isn't here. Button, button... who's got the button? My money's on the witch.
-Out! This is my place.
-You need permission to be here. You need a special slip with a stamp.
-... and put your heart back in where it fell out. You call yourself finished, but you're not. Worse than ever, you are...
-You went away. You've been gone since...
-Tragedy. Is there blood?
-You did it once. I heard about it.
-Look at you... glowing. What's a word means "glowing"? Gotta rhyme.
-I-I-I should hide. Hide from you. Hide my face. You know what I did.
-Everyone's talking to me. No one's talking to each other.
-Someone isn't here. Button, button... who's got the button? My money's on the witch.
-Red's a bad girl.
-They think you did it. The slayer and her boy. They think you took the skin.
-I have to go. There are things here without permission. I have to check their slips. Make sure they have authorization.
-William's a good boy. Carries her water, carries her sin. Supposed to get easier, isn't it. Supposed to help to help, but it doesn't. Still so heavy.
-That's it. End of the line. Everyone off. Keep your ticket, you'll need that.
-There's a cave in it. Look. I'm insane. What's his excuse?

7.04 "Help"
-Nothing. If I don't move, if I don't think, if I don't listen to the voices, then I won't hurt...much.
-Don't.
-I can't. I can't hear you.
-Yes. I hurt you, Buffy, and I will pay. I am paying because I hurt the girl.
-There's evil. Down here. Right here. I'm a bad man. William is a baaad man. I hurt the girl.
-Don't-don't leave me. Stay here, and help me be quiet.
-Don't let him hurt the girl.
-Here to help. No hurting the girl.
-I'm a bad man.

7.05 "Selfless"
-I don't trust what I see anymore. I don't know how to explain it, exactly. It's like I've been seeing things.Dru used to see things, you know? She'd always be staring up at the sky watching cherubs burn or the heavens bleed or some nonsense. I used to stare at her and think she'd gone completely sack of hammers. But she'd see the sky when we were inside and it'd make her so happy. She'd see showers. She'd see stars. Now I see her.
-I'm in trouble, Buffy.
-I could never ask. Not after...
-I could never ask.
-Never...
-Can't hear you. Can't hear you.
-Scream montresor all you like, pet.
-I don't have anywhere else to go.

7.06 "Him"
-I don't have anywhere else to go.
-Don't want your soddin' food anyway.
-Buffy - Sorry.
-I'll go. This can't work.
-Bollocks.
-No, bollocks to the whole thing. I don't need your mollycoddling.
-You're wearing your brother's jacket. Here, in this picture.
-I think I got it, yeah.

7.07 "Conversations With Dead People"
-This. Just the beginning, luv. Horror and bloodshed. From beneath you, it devours.

7.08 "Sleeper"
-I'm just a guy with his ear to the ground, but even I can feel it. Something's coming. I don't know what exactly, but something's brewing. And it's so big, ugly and damned it makes you and me look like little bitty puzzle pieces.
-Well, this can't be good. You here at this hour. There trouble?
-Right. None of my business. No worries.
-'S all right. And yours? Did you, uh, bag any baddies?
-You knew him, huh? That must've been a picnic.
-Well, I'm gonna turn in before I drop. G'night.
-Anya, do be specific and tell a fellow just exactly what you're doing here.
-Uh, beg pardon.
-Wait, wait, Anya. Just a minute. This is not exactly - is that a stake?
-Uh, well, yeah, but what do you - ?
-Anya.
-It's not that I'm not tempted. Obviously, if things were different, you're a ripe catch.
-What?
-Ridiculous. The do's quite fetching.
-Love it.
-Anya.
-Oh, come on. Now, I've just explained to you -
-I need my pants.
-Didn't mean to hurt your feelings, luv.
-Right. Look, uh, I got things to do.
-SPIKE-2 How could you use a poor maiden so?
-What?
-What girl? What are you talking about?
-Did-did you - are you following me?
-Who knows? I talked to her is all.
-Well, I certainly didn't off her. Where are you getting this? You know I can't.
-No, not the chip! Not the chip, dammit. You honestly think I'd go to the end of the underworld and back to get my soul and then - Buffy, I can barely live with what I did. It haunts me. All of it. If you think that I would add to the body count now, you are crazy.
-Oh, is that what this is? Right.
-You're jealous!
-Yeah, you saw me chatting up another bird, giving the eye to somebody else. Touched a nerve, didn't it?
-It burns, huh? But you can't admit it, so you trump up some charge about me being back on the juice.
-Told you what? That I go out? Yeah, I talk to people. Women. Talk to them 'cause I can't talk to you.
-As daft a notion as "Soulful Spike the Killer" is, it is nothing compared to the idea that another girl could mean anything to me. This chip - they did to me. I couldn't help it. But the soul, I got on my own - for you.
-So, yeah. I go and pass the time... with someone. But that's all it is is time, 'cause - God, help me, Buffy - it's still all about you.
-That doesn't mean -
-And you believe him? Vampires aren't -
-You can't know that.
-We talked. That's all I remember.
-I don't know. I go out. I talk to people or I don't. It's boring. It all bleeds together.
-Not that. The taste of human blood. That, I'd remember.
-No! You are wrong. You've got an accusation from a pile of dust and not a shred of proof.
-I have to go.
-I know what the Slayer told you. It's not true. Now let me go, and I'll find a way to prove it.
-Ow!
-She had blonde hair. A nice looking girl. I was here talking with her.
-The other night. I was looking for someone who might've seen her.
-What's that?
-I'm just looking for a certain bird I met here the other night.
-Sorry, luv. Don't think so.
-Friendly warning, pet. I'm the type best left alone.
-Get away from me.
-No, you're lying!
-Hello? It's me. I'm seeing - I think I'm remembering. I think I've done some very bad things.
-I need - I need to see you. There's a house. 634 Hoffman Terrace.
-SPIKE-2 You shouldn't have done that. It's not time yet. Not nearly. You're going against the plan, but we can make it work.
-Down here.You won't come down? I understand. It's a risky proposition.
-SPIKE-2 There's an order. The slayer's not in order. But it can't hurt to play. Get your claws in the mouse, you know?
-You are not here.
-I've been remembering. The girl. I walked her home. The one you saw. And the one before that. And I think I killed her. And I think I - I think I killed the lady who lived here. And there might be others.
-Here. I-I think I buried them here.
-Well, I don't know, do I? I don't even know how. Shouldn't be able -
-SPIKE-2 Early one morning, just as the sun was rising, I heard the fair maid sing in the valley down below. Oh, don't deceive me. Oh never leave me. How could you use a poor maid so?
-SPIKE-2 And it's just about to get fun.
-SPIKE-2 You know what I want you to do.
-SPIKE-2 They're waiting for you. Take her, taste her, make her weak.
-I remember.
-SPIKE-2 You failed them. Now she's gonna kill you. You lose, mate.
-Do it fast, OK? He said you'd do it.
-Me. It was me. I saw it. I was here the whole time, talking and singing. There was a song.
-I don't know. Please, I don't remember. Don't make me remember. Make it so I forget again! I did what you wanted!
-Oh, God, no, please. I need that. I can't cry the soul out of me. It won't come. I killed, and I can feel 'em. I can feel every one of them.
-What is it? Why is it doing this to me?
-Will you... Help me. Can you help me?

7.09 "Never Leave Me"
-Don't... Make it tighter-the knots'll give. I get free, someone's gonna die.
-I think you should probably go-
-I don't remember anything.
-No, not that. I don't remember... what I did.
-It's all flashes here and there. It's like I'm watching someone else...do it, kill people. I've been losing time for a while now, waking up in strange places.
-I wasn't aware that it had, you know. Not 'til now.
-Oh, things have been wonky since I got back, ever since-
-Figured that's what it was like, it'd been so long since I had one.
-Saw a man about a girl. I went to seek a legend out. Traveled to the other side of the world, made a deal with a demon.
-No, not just like that. There was a price. There were trials, torture, pain and suffering... of sorts.
-Well, it's all relative, isn't it?
-Meaning I have come to redefine the words pain and suffering since I fell in love with you.
-Apparently, I just slaughtered half of Sunnydale, pet. I'm not really worried about being polite anymore.
-I'm feeling honest with myself. You used me.
-You told me that, of course. I never understood it though. Not until now. You hated yourself, and you took it out on me.
-Soul's not all about moonbeams and pennywhistles, luv. It's about self-loathing. I get it. Had to travel 'round the world, but I understand you now. I understand the violence inside.
-Not the same. As bad as I was, as evil and as wretched as I was, I never truly hated myself back then. Not like I do now.
-SPIKE-2 Well, we've got ourselves a problem.
-What do I do, job half-done? Never send a boy to do a man's job. Oh, don't deceive me, Oh, never leave me.
-What's that?
-Nobody. I was just, uh, keeping myself company.
-Fine. How are you?
-I'm fine, Buffy. Really. I'm just...feeling a bit peckish, I suppose. Do you mind?
-Did I hurt anybody?
-Who?
-Oh.
-I don't remember.
-Buffy, I don't know why.
-Kill me.
-Buffy, you have to kill me.
-Do you have any idea what I'm capable of?
-I'm not talking about the cellar. The people in the cellar got off easy. I'm talking about me. Buffy, you have never met the real me.
-No, you got off easy too. Do you know how much blood you can drink from a girl before she'll die? I do. You see, the trick is to drink just enough to know how to damage them just enough so that they'll still cry when you- 'cause it's not worth it if they don't cry.
-I already did it. It's already done. You wanna know what I've done to girls Dawn's age? This is me Buffy. You've got to kill me before I get out.
-Have you ever really asked yourself why you can't do it? Off me? After everything I've done to you, to people around you. It's not love. We both know that.
-Don't do that. Don't rationalize this into some noble act. We both know the truth of it. You like men who hurt you.
-You need the pain we cause you. You need the hate. You need it to do your job, to be the slayer.
-There's no one else.
-Window dressing.
-Buffy...
-SPIKE/FIRST You'll have to excuse the spectacle, but I've always been a bit of a sucker for the old classics.
-Oh!
-SPIKE/FIRST Oh, don't look at me that way. I wanted to do this more subtle-like. My Harbingers have a tendency to call attention to themselves.
-Oh!
-SPIKE/FIRST You're the one who couldn't hold his end of the bargain. You're the one who couldn't take care of what's-his-name. You're the one who had to make breakthroughs and learn something about himself.
-Oh!
-SPIKE/FIRST So now, fittingly, you're the one who gets to do the honors.

7.10 "Bring On The Night"
-SPIKE/FIRST Go on. Give it a kick then. You always liked that, didn't you?
-You're not Drusilla.
-She was crazier than you.
-Dru, luv...
-Get bent.
-Never figured you for existential thought, luv. I mean, you hated Paris.
-Give it up. Whatever you are, whatever you get away with, I'm out. You can't pull this puppet's strings anymore.
-She does. Because she believes in me.

7.11 "Show Time"
-She will come for me. She will come for me. She will come for me.
-A knife, now, is it?
-What'll...what'll that...you - you can't hurt me. You're - you're just a bloody figment, you are. You're just...
-You. Oh.

7.12 "Potential"
-Okay, these two are dead. Why?
-Fine. Do you think I care if it's a fair fight?
-Hunt. Kill.
-Fine. A couple of ribs ain't quite set right since… I'm fine.
-No.
-I'll be okay.
-So this is where you're all hiding. We ready to go or what?
-Touch them and lose your privates.
-Nice job of blending in, girls...
-You got that right. Prices they charge, you could get human blood. Straight from the body. Vampire?
-Some, yeah. I mean, as a group we're not known for our tasteful décor but in all fairness to the race, this place is seriously lacking in style.
-Merely saying.
-What, you mean before? A crypt, actually, but nicer. A bit more… I don't know if posh is the right word but it was more like…
-Work, work, work… and just when this little excursion was in danger of being interesting.
7.13 "The Killer In Me"
-Hey.
-Give us all a chance for a breather, eh?
-From the constant pitter patter of clomping teenage girly feet.
-Come on.
-It's like a bloody war-zone up there, and not in a good way.
-I'm just trying to stay out of their way.
-This is better. Believe me, it's safer.
-With you by my side, yeah. You won't let me hurt one of them. And that's the way it's gonna be until we're sure the First is done making me its bitch. Either we're together, or I'm on the leash.
-Buffy...
-Ow.
-Ow ow ow!
-The chip. God. Why would - ? Aaahhh!
-Popped another blood vessel, I think.
-Or maybe I wasn't meant to last this long. One more thing you and I have in common, eh, pet?
-Good. Try Behavioral Modification Software Throughout the Ages.
-Who you gonna call? God, that phrase is never gonna be useable again, is it?
-Listen, pet?
-This one seemed easier than the others. See? Probably just gonna fade -
-Buffy...
-Buffy.
-The chip fired again.
-Maybe we can't wait.
-Are you sure you still wanna go back in this place with me?
-Here we are.
-I don't know. Worked pretty good when the Initiative held me captive here. Every time I'd get a little...rambunctious, the chip'd kick in. I feel like my head was gonna explode. They'd dope me up, and everything would be all daffodils and teddy bears. For a couple of hours anyway.
-I'll take whatever I can get.
-Yeah.
-They just sealed the place off. Left everything as it was.
-Yeah, you're not wrong. I think I can get us to the med lab, find the drug.
-You hear that?
-Think something survived?
-You see where?
-Buffy!
-Not now...
-Yeah.
-What's happening?

7.14 "First Date"
-Hey! You're not the First.
-Anya said you were the First. Said you were evil. You're supposed to be all go-through-able.
-I, uh, I didn't think of that.
-Yeah, well...
-There was a choice.
-Had to make a choice.
-You look nice.
-Heard you got a date.
-Buffy, I'm all right.
-What? Be noble? I'm not. Really, I'm all right. Think I still dream of a crypt for two with a white picket fence? My eyes are clear.
-Never much cared for picket fences, anyway. Bloody dangerous.
-Oh, yeah, right. There's always girls who like the look - bad boy, you know. Does it for some of them.
-You tried to recall the ultimate evil? Why? In a complex effort to royally piss it off?
-Why did it appear to this one, then? I thought it was supposed to be pulling my strings.
-I'll go get her.
-I'll go get her.
-I'll go get Buffy. I can probably still track her scent. She'll be worried about the boy.
-It's Xander.
-Willow did a locator spell. Usual stuff.
-Did anybody tell you about what happened around here tonight?
-It, uh, it talked to the little boy. Said it wasn't time for me yet. I should move out. Leave town before it is time for me.
-You've got another demon fighter now.
-Is that right? Why's that then?
-And the Principal? How's he fit in?

7.15 "Get It Done"
-You're really talking to the wrong fella.
-All jobs do.
-Your outside's not so bad.
-Preaching to the choir, luv.
-I like my plan better. Get up, get out, get drunk. Repeat as needed. It's just more elegant.
-Don't mention it.
-Right. I'm just out for the alcohol.
-You're on, then.
-Would you let it go? You're like a dog with a bone!
-It's my bone. Just drop it.
-Oh, thank God.
-Demon.
-Of course he does.
-After saving your life.
-Yet here you are, walking, talking, annoying.
-Anya, think. I fight, demon boy gets lucky, I get knocked out, you get killed. True? We both know the safest and sanest way of saving your life was to keep you with me, away from danger. No need to thank me. I'm just the one who beat him off. Repelled him would perhaps be the better phrase. Demon.
-Not a bit. And just what brings our good principal to this neck of the gloom?
-Fine by me. Big fight against evil coming up. The more good guys we've got, the longer we'll all live.
-I haven't heard any complaints. Well, I have heard a few complaints over the years, but then I just killed whoever spoke up, and that was pretty much that.
-No, I'm not. But...that's the old me I'm talking about.
-Not much to tell. I've changed.
-Yeah. That was a big deal. Very... private. What, are you just telling everyone now?
-Right, the educator. Yeah, I went to great lengths. Lots of trouble, and now I'm unique. Well, more or less. Got myself a soul, whatever that means.
-In progress.
-Years.
-A few.
-Around.
-Right. Give him the full tour. You don't want to miss a look at her weapons' chest.
-Out. Since I'm neither a girl, nor waiting. All this speechifying doesn't really apply to me, does it?
-If you've got something to say -
-Holding back? You're blind. I've been here, right in it - fighting, scrapping...
-Well, as a matter of fact, I haven't quite been relishing the kill the way I used to.
-I did this for you. The soul, the changes - it's what you wanted.
-Oh, you don't know how close you are to bringing him out.
-Get out of here - all of you. Unless you want to end up all dead and useless.
-What I do best.
-I vote dead. The slayer's counting on you, Willow. Get cracking on that portal, and don't be stingy with the mojo. The demon's mine.
-It did, at that.
-Something I need.
-Got a job.
-New York.
-Oh, come on now, Nancy. Call yourself a demon? I thought you were up for a proper fight. Now we're talking.
-Yeah!
-I don't know your feelings, big guy, but to me, a tussle like that... is good for the soul.

7.16 "Storyteller"
-Look at this place. Damn girls dorm's what it is.
-Long as he's not pointing that thing at me, seems like a fine way to keep the boy busy.
-I thought I told you to piss off with this bloody camera. And here you are again with that thing in my face. Sod off 'fore I rip your throat out and eat it-
-Oh, right.
-This better, then? I thought I told you to piss off with this bloody camera. And here you are again with that thing in my face. Sod off-
-Shut your face about the Zima. Just talk.
-What're you looking for?
-So he can do what? Yell at it in its own language?
-Looks to me like it's still happening. Nice way to run a school. There's gotta be kids injured in here.
-Hey, here to help, you know.
-These kids went nuts, didn't they?
-The kids are getting stronger!
-Wonder what's keeping them. Thought they'd be up here by now.
-How'd they make this in here, you suppose?
-Always has.

7.17 "Lie's My Parents Told Me"
-Well, all right. Got the moves, don't you? I'm gonna ride you hard before I put you away, luv.
-I spent a long time trying to track you down. Don't want the dance to end so soon, do you, Nikki? The music's just starting, isn't it? By the way...love the coat.
-Little tip, mate. Stake's your friend. Don't be afraid to use it. What?
-What?
-What are you doing here? You came to see the show?
-Uh-huh. Right, let's get this over with. What're you gonna do? Some hypno-beam? A disarming spell?
-Bugger that!
-And how do expect to get that hunk of rubble into my cranium?
-Oh, you have got to be joking? What now?
-Oh, bollocks. With all the rubbish people keep sticking in my head, it's a wonder that there's room for my brain.
-Ow. Oh, ow!
-Yeah.
-How am I supposed to know if this bug-ugly's doing its job -
-WILLIAM: Yet her smell, it doth linger, painting pictures in my mind.
Her eyes, balls of honey. Angel's harps her laugh.
Oh, lark. Grant a sign if crook'd be Cupid's shaft.
Hark, the lark, her name it hath spake.
"Cecily" it discharges from twixt its wee beak.
-It's just...scribbling.
-Oh.
-Uh, no, uh, no. I do not presume.
-I have a woman in my life.
-Well, do not mistake me. I still have hopes that one day there will be an addition to this household, but I will always look after you, mother. This, I promise.
-Should I send the coach for Doctor Gull?
-Of course.
-SPIKE: Get these sodding things off me. I'm fine.
-I am calm. This stone of yours is - is out, right? Did its job, so I'm de-triggered, right?
-Oh, yeah, the song. It's called, uh, "Early One Morning." Old folk ditty.
-Mean? Nothing. It's just, uh, my mum. It was her favorite. She used to sing it to me... when I was a baby.
-No "and." That's it. Look, shouldn't you check on Dawnie? I clocked the niblet pretty fierce.
-I don't know. I got along fine with her. She was a nice lady.
-Well, there bloody well isn't!
-WILLIAM: Don't get too attached, now. Won't be here for long, luv.
-You're a saucy one, aren't you? Dru...we'll bring this world to its knees.
-We'll ravage this city together, my pet. Lay waste to all of Europe. The three of us will teach those snobs and elitists with their falderal just what -
-You, me, and mother. We'll open up their veins and bathe in their blood as they scream our names across - What?
-Well, yeah. You'll like her.
-Uh, mother.
-You needn't have worried, mother. You'll never have to worry about anything again. Something has happened. I've changed.
-It's true, mother. Drusilla - she...she has made me what I am. I am no longer bound to this mortal coil. I have become a creature of the night. A vampire.
-A little bit. Think of it. No more sickness. No more dying. You'll never age another day. Let me do this for you.
-It's all right, mother. It's only me. We'll be together forever.
-It only hurts for a moment.
-SPIKE: You live in the garage?
-A little place to unwind, eh?
-A hard day's prinipaling got you down, you need a place to cut loose, let your hair down - so to speak.
-What the bloody hell is this?
-It's a bit much, isn't it? What's your story, Wood?
-Sorry. Not much for self reflection.
-That right?
-I've killed a lot of people's mothers.
-So, that's it, innit? Brought me here to kill me?
-WILLIAM: Mother?
-Look at you.
-You're glowing.
-Seeing you like this is payment enough.
-Well, this is as it should be, mother. You and I together. All of London laid out before us.
-First, we'll feast. Then the night is yours. Theater, perhaps. Dancing? Tell me, what's your pleasure?
-Mother...
-Stop. Please.
-What're you s -
-Whatever I was, that's not who I am anymore.
-No. I only wanted to make you well.
-I love you. I did. Not like this.
-No!
-I'm sorry.
-SPIKE: I'm sorry.
-I wasn't talking to you. I don't give a piss about your mum. She was a slayer. I was a vampire. That's the way the game is played.
-She knew what she was signing up for.
-Well, that's the rub, innit? You didn't sign up for it
-And you weren't hers. Doesn't that piss you off?
-I know slayers. No matter how many people they've got around them, they fight alone. Life of the chosen one. The rest of us be damned. Your mother was no different.
-But not enough to quit, though, was it? Not enough to walk away... for you. I'll tell you a story about a mother and son. See, like you, I loved my mother. So much so I turned her into a vampire... so we could be together forever. She said some nasty bits to me after I did that. Been weighing on me for quite some time. But you helped me figure something out. You see, unlike you, I had a mother who loved me back. When I sired her, I set loose a demon, and it tore into me, but it was the demon talking, not her. I realize that now. My mother loved me with all her heart. I was her world.
-That's a nice little song you got there. Thanks, doc. You cured me after all. I got my own free will, now. I'm not under the First's or anyone else's influences now. I just wanted you to know that... before I kill you.
-I gave him a pass. Let him live. On account of the fact I killed his mother. But that's all he gets. He even so much as looks at me funny again, I'll kill him.

7.18 "Dirty Girls"
-Nice punch you got there. Lemme guess. Leather pants, nice right cross, doe eyes, holier-than-thou glower...you must be Faith.
-Told you were coming. Bit of a misunderstanding here. I'm -
-We have? I don't think we - Bloody hell! What're you doing? I'm on your side.
-So have I. I reformed way before you did. Stop... hitting... me! We're on the same side.
-Well, yeah.
-Yeah. Terrific.
-No.
-I am nothing like Angel.
-Angel's dull as a table lamp. And we have very different coloring.
-Not all that tension was about you. Giles was a part of a plan to kill me...for Buffy's own good.
-You craving a moment alone in the dank, or can I bum one?
-Teeth get yellow after an eternity. Gotta watch that.
-Right. Not what it looks like.
-I got dangerous...for a while.
-After, but I got over it - in case you're feeling all dust-happy again after your long incarceration.
-Yeah, does get a bit much up there.
-So, why aren't you up there...imparting?
-Hm. But you waited until Angel needed your help to bust out of jail.
-What movie?
-You had the power to walk away anytime. Nothing to stop you.
-You over it?
-What's the less?
-Such as?
-You could do better. School girl thing's old hat.
-Join 'em.
-That, I suspect, would be you.
-Yeah, you made a great impression on my chin.
-Pity.
-The body swap. With Buffy.
-She told me it went down. Failed to mention who was driving her skin around.
-Like you could ride me at a gallop 'til my knees buckle, squeeze me 'til I pop like warm champagne. That's not the kind of thing a man forgets.
-Oh, you have been away.
-Not of late.
-Hey, aren't you usually at work 'bout now?
-Could be that's just what he wants you to do - the old bait-and-switch.
-Like Falcon Crest.
-Shouldn't be too hard.
-We're all leaving.

7.19 "Empty Places"
-What's up... Rupert?
-Oh, really? 'Cause, you know, sometimes our missions end up with you trying to kill me. I'm not fond of those.
-Looks like our boy's been here. You want me to go check it out?
-Oh, please.
-It's not a road trip. It's a covert operation.
-Not as good as those onion blossom things.
-Yeah, me, too.
-See, the genius of it is you soak it in ice water for an hour so it holds its shape. Then you deep-fry it root-side up for about 5 minutes.
-Yeah. Tell anyone we had this conversation, I'll bite you.
-I'll buy that. You and me got something else in common after all.
-Tell me about the mark.
-Hey! Are you part of Caleb's faction?
-Then tell me what happened.
-We're trying to fight him. Caleb. We need your help.
-Talk.
-And you said, "come in, do some damage"?
-Yeah. We hear he's a real smooth talker.
-It is not for thee. It is for her alone to wield."

7.20 "Touched"
-Tapestry.
-Tapestry's the only thing in the whole bloody room.
-I'll look deep into your jugular, is what I'll look at.
-I'm not- don't say another word.
-What's the matter with you? Don't you understand what's happening?
-And every minute we're stuck here, the Slayer's out there facing hell knows what.
-Hey.
-He's a breath of fresh air, isn't he? Thank god I don't breathe.
-So I think we got a lead. Where's Buffy?
-When's she get back?
-Uh-huh. I see. Been practicing that little speech long, have you? So Buffy took some time off right in the middle of the apocalypse and it was her decision?
-Oh, yeah, you all decided.You sad, sad, ungrateful traitors. Who do you think you are?
-Oh, that's ballsy of you. You're her friends and you betray her like this?
-You know, I think I do. Rupert. You used to be the big man, didn't you? The teacher, all full of wisdom. Now she's surpassed you and you can't handle it. She has saved your lives again and again. She has died for you. And this is how you thank her?
-Oh, is that right?
-All right.
-Finally got what you wanted, didn't you? Where is she?
-There you are.
-Do you realize I could just walk in here, no invite needed? This town really is theirs now, isn't it? I heard. I was over there. That bitch. She's all about smiles and reformation when you're on your feet. And the moment you're down? She's all about the kicking, isn't that right? Makes me want to-
-No, this'll change your tune. I came here 'cause I got something to tell you. You were right. Caleb is trying to protect something from you and I think you were spot on all the way. I think it's at the vineyard.
-So? You were right. Buffy?
-You're not fooling me.
-Well, you're not a quitter.
-You were their leader and you still are. This isn't something you gave up. It's something they took.
-We can take it back.
-No?
-You mean "no" as in "eventually"?
-You can get them back.
-They need you.
-It's bloody chaos over there without you.
-Yeah, it's… there's junk food cartons, sleeping bags not rolled up… everyone's very scared and unkempt.
-I didn't see a lot. I came, hit Faith a bunch of times and left.
-Say the word and she's a footnote in history. I'll make it look like a painful accident.
-There's always casualties in a war.
-I seem to recall a certain amount of connecting.
-You think that's all that was?
-Oh, no. Hold on here. I've hummed along to your pity ditty and I think I should have the mike for a bit.
-You're insufferable.
-I'm not trying to cheer you up.
-I don't know! I'll know when I'm done saying it. Something pissed me off and I just… unattainable! That's it.
-You listen to me. I've been alive a bit longer than you and dead a lot longer than that. I've seen things you couldn't imagine and done things I'd prefer you didn't. I don't exactly have a reputation for being a thinker. I follow my blood which doesn't exactly rush in the direction of my brain so I make a lot of mistakes. A lot of wrong bloody calls. A hundred plus years and there's only one thing I've ever been sure of. You.
-Hey, look at me. I'm not asking you for anything. When I say I love you, it's not because I want you, or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of you and I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You are a hell of a woman.
-You're the one, Buffy.
-I don't want to be this good-looking and athletic. We all have crosses to bear.
-You get some rest now.
-I'll check in before first light. You can decide how you want-
-Sure.
-That diabolical torture device, the comfy chair. Do me fine.
7.21 "End Of Days"
-Honey, you're home.
-And you did it. Fulfilled your mission, found the Holy Grail… or the holy hand grenade or whatever the hell that
-Well, pointy and wooden is not exactly a look I want to know better but it does have flair. I can see why a girl would ditch a fella for one of these.
-It doesn't matter. You're back in the bosom. All's forgiven.
-And last night? It was just a glitch. A bit of cold comfort from the cellar dweller. Let's don't make a thing of it.
-Oh, yeah. Another solo mission, of course.
-That's fine. You don't have to get shirty about it.
-All right, all right. Big secret mission. It's fine.
-And that's the thing the preacher man was so anxious to keep out of your mitts?
-Well, maybe I'll swing by the vineyard when you go, make sure he's sitting tight.
-Okay.
-I'm a what?
-Have you gone completely Carrot-Top?
-Terrified.
-Last night was… God, I'm such a jerk. I can't do this.
-It was the best night of my life. If you poke fun at me, you bloody well better use that 'cause I couldn't bear it. It may not mean that much to you but-
-Yeah, I hear you say it but… I've lived for soddin' ever, Buffy. I've done everything. I've done things with you I can't spell… but I've never been close… to anyone. Least of all you. Until last night. All I did was hold you, watch you sleep… and it was the best night of my life. So yeah, I'm terrified.
-Were you there with me?
-What does that mean?
-No, not right now.
-No, let's just leave it
-We'll go be heroes.
7.22 "Chosen"
-So… where's tall, dark and forehead?
-Yeah, that and I also used my enhanced vampire eyeballs to watch you kissing him.
-Most people don't use their tongues to say hello. Or I guess they do but-
-Oh, just popped by for a quickie, then?
-He wears lifts, you know.
-No problem at this end.
-Where's the trinket?
-The pretty necklace your sweetie-bear gave you. The one with all the power. I believe it's mine now.
-Someone with a soul but more than human? Angel meant to wear it. That means I'm the qualified party.
-You'll be needing someone strong to bear it, then. You plan on giving it to Andrew?
-Been called a lot of things in my time.
-Well, you're not staying here! You can't buy me off with shiny beads and sweet talk. You've got Angel-breath. I'm not going to just let you whack me back and forth like a rubber ball. I got my pride, you know.
-Clearly you don't, 'cause the whole "having my pride" thing was just a smokescreen.
-I don't know what I would have done if you'd gone up those stairs.
-I'm drowning in footwear!
-Weird dream. Buffy? Is something wrong.
-Not to be a buzzkill, love, but my fabulous accessory isn't exactly tingling with power.
-I'm getting zero juice here… and I look like Elizabeth Taylor.
-Buffy! Whatever this thing does, I think it's-
-Oh, bollocks…
-Buffy!
-I can feel it, Buffy.
-My soul. It's really there. It kind of stings.
-Go on, then.
-No, you've beaten them back. It's for me to do the cleanup.
-Gotta move, lamb. I think it's fair to say, school's out for the bloody summer.
-I mean it! I gotta do this.
-No, you don't. But thanks for saying it.
-Now go!
-I want to see how it ends.