Giles, Spike and others in “Tabula Rasa”

Magic! Magic's all balderdash and chicanery. I'm afraid we don't know a bloody thing. Except I seem to be British, don't I? Uh, and a man. With... glasses. Well, that narrows it down considerably.

We'll get our memory back, it'll all be right as rain.

Oh, listen to Mary Poppins. He's got his crust all stiff and upper with that Nancy-boy accent. You English men are always so... bloody hell! [counting them on his fingers.] Sodding, blimey, shagging, knickers, bollocks. Oh god... I'm English.

Welcome to the Nancy tribe.

You don't suppose you and I...we're not related, are we?

There is a ruggedly handsome resemblance.

[gives her a flattered smile, then turns back to Spike] Yes, and you do inspire a particular feeling of familiarity and ... disappointment. Older brother?

Father. Oh God, how I must hate you!

What did I do!?