Spike
Harmony just pulled me out of a very promising poker game down in Accounts Receivable, so this better be good. Oh, and, by the way, all the guys down there agree that astronauts don't stand a chance against cavemen, so don't even start.
Look, I can't do this anymore.
Spike
Admitting defeat, are you?
You and me. This isn't working out.
Spike
[mock-dramatic] Are you saying we should start annoying other people?
Spike
I've never flown before.
I've been in a helicopter. They don't... (looks nervously out the window) go this high.
Spike
Back to the mother country. Hey, after we save Fred, we should hit the West End, take in a show.
Spike
(scoffs) Trust me, half way through the first act, you'll be drinking humans again.
Spike
We won't.
Any idea how she got past you?
One second she was standing there, the next, poof.
I don't think so. No characteristic displacement of the atmosphere around her.
Spike
I fancied I saw a blur just before she went Houdini.
Yeah, like she was pulling a Barry Allen.
[Angel looks at him, not recognizing the name; Gunn looks around at the others]
Jay Garrick? Wally-- Like she was moving really fast.
Spike
My first official parley as a very loosely affiliated member of... what are we? Tell me we're not Scoobies.
Spike
[Interrupting] A name? Probably just as well. You'd want to be Angel's Avengers or something.
[laughing] Please. Angel's Avengers. Thats so... [stops laughing and gets a look implying that he likes the name]
Spike
So what's on the agenda?
Uh, I have assignments for people-- [a fizzing noise is heard, Angel glances over]
Spike
What? [Angel glares] I'm listening. With beer.
Forget it. This isn't a meeting, this is you being annoying.
Spike
[looking at the page] Hey, bullet points. Classy. Why am I always reconnaissance? I should get a decently flash gig like "save the girl" or "steal the emerald with the girl".
"Handsome man saved me from the monsters."
Spike
Exactly! Or... What's that now?
That's the first thing Fred said to me. In Pylea. She was trapped, hiding, afraid. Nearly crazy. Crazy, but brave. I should never have let her come here. Bad things always happen here.
Spike
Hate to break it to you, mate. But bad things always happen everywhere. Besides, she wanted to be here. It was her choice.
Spike
Bugger, you're fixing to do something stupid, aren't you.
Done it. Came here. Spend every day lying to myself about making the world a better place.
Spike
Welcome to the planet. We all paint on our happy faces everyday, when all we really want is to pound the neighbour's missus, steal his Ben Franklins and, while we're at it, not think about the third of the world that's starving to death.
You break so easily. Why do you bother getting back up?
Spike
Right. We need to set some ground rules. First off... no more punching me in the face. Secondly, when I punch you in the face, you tell me how you feel so I can write that down on my clipboard. Third... no touching my clipboard. Fourth...
Spike
Well, we're gonna have to fix that, 'cause...
[Illyria kicks Spike in the face. Spike punches her. Illyria punches him across the room]
I've been hitting the half-breed. He makes noise.
Spike
We're off to a bit of a rough start, but don't worry. I'll break her.
She's not a horse, Spike. You know, this room is equipped with automated training devices. You don't have to test her by just... allowing her to pummel you.
Spike
We're working on the basics. But don't worry--I'm writing it all down.
You reek of frustration. Curls off of you like smoke.
Spike
Actually, love, we call that scotch. 12-year Lagavulin, if I'm not mistaken. Good choice.
It's nothing. I'm just, uh... I had a... slight disagreement with Angel.
Spike
Oh, old broody-pants got you wound up, eh? Keep in mind, he can't get laid without maybe going crazy. Makes it funny.
In my time, a leader would punish your insolence with death.
We're not being insolent, Illyria.
Spike
I am.
When the world met me, it shuddered, groaned. It knelt at my feet.
Spike
"Dear Penthouse, I don't normally write letters like this, but--"
[punches him in the face] Illyria was all they needed to know.
Spike
Then came the Internet.
Spike
All right, grandma. Give you that. Good one.
This shell... you had affection for it, for Fred.
Spike
Tons. Loved the bird.
Yet you strike at her form without sentiment.
Spike
You ain't her. I can see it. Lord knows I can smell i, and I got no problem hitting it.
Spike
We do that.
Adaptation is compromise.
Spike
It's called learning. But then I guess you know everything there is to know.
When the world met me, it shuddered, groaned. It knelt at my feet.
Spike
"Dear Penthouse, I don't normally write letters like this, but—"
[punches him in the face] Illyria was all they needed to know.
Spike
Then came the Internet.
You have nothing. Your kind has pulled this domain apart. Each of you has snatched a tiny piece of it. Even those with the mightiest hordes are paupers.
Spike
The one who dies with the most toys wins, eh?
To never die, and to conquer all. That is winning.
Spike
Now, that's cheating.
[speaking in comm] Spike, talk to you for a minute?
Spike
Yeah, great. Thanks so much.
I helped save the world, you know.
Spike
Like I haven't.
Yeah, but I've done it a lot more.
Spike
Oh, please.
Spike
I've done that.
Yeah, but you wore a necklace. You know, I helped kill the Mayor, and uhm... Jasmine.
Spike
Do those really count as saving the world?
I stopped Acathla. That saved the world.
Spike
Buffy ran you through with a sword.
Yeah, but I made her do it. Signalled her with my eyes.
Spike
She killed you. I helped her. That one counts as mine.
DBDemon Butler
You must be so lonely. Your girlfriend has become lovers with The Immortal. How unfortunate for you. And how fortunate for her.
DBDemon Butler
But of course.
Ha! I knew it. None of this is a coincidence.
Spike
Been his plan all along. Steal our head, keep us busy, and traipse off with my girl. [Angel gives him a look] Our girl.
It's a setup. You're just his lackey.
DBDemon Butler
I should be so lucky. The Immortal does not need men like me to do his business. He is a wild card, a wolf removed from the pack, a stallion without, uh, the bridle.
Spike
What, are you in love with him?
DBDemon Butler
No, no, no, no. Well, OK, yes. But if anything, he's more of a, uh, inspiration, a spiritual guide. Have you read his book? Is a life changer.
[whispers to Spike] I'm gettin' a little tired of Italy.
Spike
Know what you mean.
DBDemon Butler
OK. No more games!
[He pulls out a gun and aims it at the bag and everyone stops fighting, but then Angel elbows a man behind him, getting in one final blow.]
DBDemon Butler
One more step, and the head gets it, hey? We are not animals. We are italiano. You give us the money, we give you the head.
[Angel and Spike don't move; they just stare]
DBDemon Butler
You give us the money, we give you the head.
[Angel and Spike stare]
DBDemon Butler
The money, the head. The money...
Yeah. We get it. [hits Spike] Money.
[Spike gets the money and walks toward the demon. He holds out the money, but pulls it back.]]
Spike
Hey!
[They switch bags at the same time.]
DBDemon Butler
Arrivederci, americanos. It was a pleasure to do the business with you.
[Demon Butler chuckles; he and his men leave]
I've grown wary of this world since my powers were depleted. Strange... though I've been made more human, this place remains disconcerting.
Spike
Yeah, well, I'm afraid that never goes away. Anyhow, I thought Wesley was giving you a primer on all things human.
He and I are no longer having intercourse.
Spike
Yeah, I... you what? What?
He has ceased communication with me.
Spike
Oh! Oh. Communi--
My recent reversion to the Burkle persona disturbed him. And he will not tell me why.
Spike
You don't know? You may not think you're as powerful as you were, Highness, but looking like Fred, for some of us... it's the most devastating power you have.