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That's the rub, isn't it? You didn't sign up for it and somehow it's my fault.

How do I know if this bug-ugly's doing its...

So we didn't stop it, then?

Spike killed your mother.

# "Oh, never leave me"

# "How could you use a poor maiden so?"

Something needs to be done.

I wanna kill the monster who took my mother away from me.

You finally got your wish, didn't you? Sank your teeth into me. An eternal kiss.

That's what we're here to find out.

You wanted your hands on me.

Well, that doesn't change anything.

- It doesn't look like anything's broken. - Did you use a magic x-ray?

Who's my dark little prince?

You wanna run, don't you? Scamper off and cry to your new little trollop.

A captive audience for your witless prattle.

I'm still your teacher, Buffy.

I wonder, though. This Cecily of whom you write so often...

You needn't have worried, Mother.

You see, unlike you, I had a mother who loved me back.

I have a mission.

You'll never age another day.

- She knew what she was signing up for. - I didn't sign up for it.

An animal like you never cared for anyone but yourself.

It's true, Mother.

We'll ravage this city together, my pet. Lay waste to all of Europe.

I told you my concerns when you recklessly chose to remove the chip from his head.

- I've killed a lot of people's mothers. - Yeah.

- Look at you. - Mm, yes. All better.

Spike's a liability, Buffy.

New York-based watcher. Resigned shortly after his slayer was...

Don't really want the dance to end so soon, do you... Nikki?