BUFFY: Oh, for Pete's sake. Spike?

SPIKE: Ah. It's a fair cop. You caught me, Slayer. However ... In all honesty, we do have to say that one doesn't count. After all ...I wasn't exactly hiding.

BUFFY: No, Spike.

SPIKE: "No?" What kind of answer is that? Haven't even heard the question, yet.

BUFFY: I don't need to. We both know what you're thinking.

SPIKE: And we both know I'm not the only one thinking it.

BUFFY: No! Not here. I can't.

SPIKE: Why not?

BUFFY: Dawn She's inside. Waiting for dinner and counting on me. And I'm not letting her down by letting you in.

SPIKE: So it's the fear of getting caught, then, is it?

BUFFY: Reason number one on a very long list.

SPIKE: Needn't be an obstacle.

BUFFY: C'mon, I mean it ...

SPIKE: I see you're serious. So am I. I want you. You want me. I can't come inside. So? Could be, the time is right...for you to come outside.

SPIKE: Buffy! Hey now. If I knew you were coming I'd have baked a cake.

BUFFY: I need information.

SPIKE: Suppose I could be helpful. If the price is right. Not sure I'm selling out at Doublemeat Palace wages, though.

BUFFY: I need to find a guy. Dealer. Calls himself the Doctor.

SPIKE: Human?

BUFFY: His traffic isn't.

SPIKE: Clock ticking?

BUFFY: Whatever he's doing, he's doing it soon.

SPIKE: Soon but not now.

BUFFY: Tell me you love me.

SPIKE: I love you. You know I do.

BUFFY: Tell me you want me.

SPIKE: I always want you. In point of fact, I --

BUFFY: Shut up.

SPIKE: Well looky here. I don't often use the word "delicious," but I've got to wager this little tableau must sting a bit, eh? Me and your former? Must kill. What can I say? The girl just needs a little monster in her, man.

RILEY: Not why I'm here. "Doctor."

BUFFY: Oh, God...

SPIKE: Here I thought we run you out of town, mate. Last I saw you, if memory serves, you were getting the juice sucked out of you by some undead ladies of very questionable reputation. Now be a good tin soldier and ...

RILEY: Where are they, Doctor?

SPIKE: Where's what? And why you keep calling me that?

RILEY: Glad to be back in Sunnydale. Locals all speak English and I know who to beat for information. It all brought me here.

SPIKE: Look, crew-cut: she's not your bint anymore, and if I can speak frankly, she always had a little thing for me even when she was shagging you.

RILEY: Nice. Very distracting. Now tell me before I get unprofessional. Where are the eggs, Spike?

SPIKE: Eggs? Pht. You're off your nut. It's those drugs they were keeping you on. I did warn you.

RILEY: Okay. We can do this the hard way or we can do this the fatal way. Where are the eggs?

BUFFY: The "Doctor'... it can't be Spike.

SPIKE: No need to defend me, love.

BUFFY: This isn't possible He's too ... Incompetent! It's just Spike, Riley.

RILEY: Right. Deadly, amoral, opportunistic ... or have you forgotten? I'm taking this place apart until I find that nest.

SPIKE: Over my dead body.

RILEY: I've seen enough of your dead body for one night, thanks.

SPIKE: Well you're not gonna- Oh, this is ... unconstitutional, is what this is. Here. There's nothing to see down there.

BUFFY: I'm not saying he's good, Riley, I'm just saying he's not capable of pulling off anything as sophisticated as ...

SPIKE: I can explain...

BUFFY: No more games, Spike.

SPIKE: That's bloody funny, coming from you? No games? That's all you've ever done is play me, and keep playing with rules you make up as you like! You know what I am -- you've always known and you come to me all the same!

RILEY: Can you shut him up?

BUFFY: Not so far.

SPIKE: So she's back. Thought you'd be off snogging with soldier boy.

BUFFY: He's gone.

SPIKE: So, come for a little cold comfort? Bed's a bit blown up, but then that never was our --

BUFFY: No. I'm not here for... and I'm not gonna bust your chops about your stupid evil scheme. That's just you. I should've remembered...

SPIKE: Oh. This is worse, isn't it? This is you telling me --

BUFFY: Yeah. It's over.

SPIKE: I've memorized this tune, love. I think I have the sheet music. Doesn't change what you want.

BUFFY: I know that. I do want you. Being with you... makes things simpler. For a little while.

SPIKE: I don't call five hours straight a little while.

BUFFY: I'm using you. I can't love you. I'm just being weak, and selfish --

SPIKE: -- really not complaining here --

BUFFY: -- and it's killing me. I have to be strong about this... I'm sorry, William.

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