^ brat, din snorunge !
Och lite attityd kan väl vi som ännu inte sett allt också få kosta på oss. Det är ju lite halva tjusningen med att var ospoilad att man ser en sak, reagerar på det, bara för att sedan se när Joss vänder till det !
SPIKE: Buffy. I swear I was just thinking of you. I wanted to tell you the great news. My head's all clear now. No more bug-zapper in my noggin.
BUFFY: That means I get to kill you.
SPIKE: You get to try.
JOYCE: Oh, what is the... Who are you?
GRAHAM: Come on, man. You know it's true. There's nothing for you here.
RILEY: There's her.
GRAHAM: Okay, right, there's her. And? You used to have a mission, and now you're what? The mission's boyfriend? Mission's true love?
HARMONY: I read in a magazine that some women think a Man's real sex organ is his brain. Yecch! No contest. I mean, look at it. It's so ... pink and wriggly-looking. Can I touch it?
MAL: This is what I do, darling. This is what I do.
SPIKE: It's blood! It's what I do!
JAYNE: ... the enclosed to keep you warm on your travels. Hope to hear from you soon, love, mother."
He closes the letter, proudly adjusting his hat.
JAYNE: How's it sit? Pretty cunning, don'tchya think?
SPIKE: And I should do what in my spare time? Sit at home knitting cunning sweater sets?
KAYLEE: Hey you.
INARA: Hey you.
TARA: Hey you.
WILLOW: Hey!
JOYCE: (confused) Oh, what is the... (looks at Dawn) Who are you?
HARMONY: You know what it means that he can't hurt any living thing? It means he can't even pick flowers.
SPIKE: What?! Yes, I can!
Spike: Buffy, Buffy, Buffy! Everywhere I turn, she's there! That nasty little face, that ... bouncing shampoo-commercial hair, that whole sodding holier-than-thou attitude.
Harmony: Well, aren't we kinda unholy, by the-
Spike: She follows me, you know, tracks me down. I'm her pet project. Drive Spike round the bend. Makes every day a fresh bout of torture. You don't understand. I can't get rid of her. She's everywhere. She's haunting me, Harmony!
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