Judge: This one... cannot be burnt. He is clean.
SPIKE: Clean? You mean, he's...
Judge: There's no humanity in him.
Angelus: I couldn't have said it better myself.
DRUSILLA: Angel.
Angelus: Yeah, baby. I'm back.
SPIKE: Is it really true?
Angelus: It's really true.
DRUSILLA: You've come home.
SPIKE: No more of this 'I've got a soul' crap?
Angelus: What can I say, hmm? I was going through a phase.
NOT ANGELUS: Thanks so much. It's good to have the taste of a Slayer back in my mouth. It's like cigarettes, you know, just when I thought I'd quit. No, don't get up. It's good to be back in Sunnydale. Nice climate, plenty to eat, no tortured humanity to hold me down. But you know what bothers me? You don't seem to be getting the big picture here, Faith. Now I don't know why you turned me, but I'm just glad you did.
And when did you become all soul-having again? I thought you outgrew that.
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