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SPIKE: Let me guess... Leather pants, hard right cross, doe-eyes, holier-than-thou glower...You must be Faith.

FAITH: Oh goody. I'm famous.

SPIKE: Heard you were coming. Right. Bit of a misunderstanding here. I'm --

FAITH: Spike. We met before.

SPIKE: We have? I don't think-- Bloody hell! What are you doing -- I'm on your side!

FAITH: Yeah? Maybe you haven't heard. I'm reformed.

SPIKE: So am I! I reformed way before you did. Stop... hitting... me. We're on the same side.

FAITH: Please. You think I'm stupid?

SPIKE: Well, yes.

FAITH: You were attacking that girl!

BUFFY: Oops. Sorry, Faith. Didn't realize that was you.

FAITH: 'S all right, B. Luckily you still punch like you used to.

BUFFY: You okay? (To Spike)

SPIKE: Yeah. T'riffic.

FAITH: You protecting vampires? Are you the bad Slayer now? Am I the good Slayer now?

BUFFY: He's with me. He's got a soul.

FAITH: He's like Angel?

SPIKE: No.

BUFFY: Sort of.

SPIKE: I'm nothing like Angel.

BUFFY: He fights on my side. Which is more than I can say for some of us.

FAITH: Yeah? Well, if he's so good, why's he chasing down defenseless --

BUFFY: That's one of the bad guys.

FAITH: You should make 'em wear signs... May I? Thanks.

SPIKE: Angel's dull as a table lamp. And we have very different coloring.

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Thanks to Imagine This for the screen caps!

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