Buffy: What are you doing here? Five words or less.
Spike: Out. For. A. Walk... bitch.
Buffy: Out for a walk at night by my house. No one has time for this,William.
Spike: On your merry way, then. You know, contrary to one's self-involved world-view, your house happens to be directly between parts... and other parts of this town. And I would pass by in the day but I feel I'm outgrowing my whole "burst into flame" phase.
Buffy: Fine. Keep going, I cut you a break.
Spike:Oh, yeah. Okay, let me guess... you won't kill me? Wooo... the whole crowd-pleasing threats-and-swagger routine. How stunningly original. You know, I'm just passing through. Satisfied? You know, I really hope so because God knows you need some satisfaction in life besides shagging Captain Cardboard and I never really liked you anyway and... and you have stupid hair!
Sorry, jag vet att det gällde repliker, men hela den konversationen hade mig rullandes på golvet.
Edited by tommie, 14 December 2004 - 05:02.