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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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