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- Buffy. - Spike.
I mean, I don't know how it's possible.
Why?
(distorted voice) From beneath you... it devours.
- I'm gonna make you feel it! - Stop!
I mean, we could have talked. I could have handled it.
You tried to rape me.
Oh, yeah. God, my boyfriend's spineless. He should just...
Arghh!
I can't say sorry. Can't use forgive me.
You hear things living here in Sunnydale, but nobody actually believes them.
And it's so big, ugly and damned, it makes you and me look like little bitty puzzle pieces.
Wrong manoeuvre. Not hardly helpful.
I'll go find her. You stay with Anya. Get her to reverse that spell.
Girl doesn't wanna be serviced.
Bite me, Harris. I have rules to work with.
I mean, she's a girl, and she's a friend, but she's not my girlfriend.
Look, this...
- Now what do you want? - Easy.
- Oh. - Hey, nobody's bragging here.
- What if they don't? Should I panic? - You'll be surprised.
You're gonna wake up on fire
- I killed people, Giles. - I've not forgotten.
Ain't we in a sodding engine?
- I heard screaming. - That was you.
- Understood. - Is your girlfriend always this commanding?
on the very ground that it first stood upon - of the brand-new Sunnydale High!
- Right, bitch. Round and round... - You haven't changed, Spike.
You reversed the spell. It took guts.
- I want more quesadillas. - Before that.
- Aargh! - Aargh!
Vengeance demon codes of conducts that you'll never understand cos you're all so...