Little Girl:Can't even shout.
Can't even cry.
The Gentlemen are coming by.
Looking in windows,
knocking on doors...
They need to take sevenand they might take yours...
Can't call to mom.
Can't say a word.
You're gonna die screaming
but you won't be heard.

Spike: "I don't see why I have to be tied up."
Xander: "It's just while I'm sleeping."
Spike: "Like I'd bite you anyway."
Xander: "Oh, you would."
Spike: "Not bloody likely."
Xander: "I happen to be very biteable pal. I'm moist and delicious."
Spike: "Alright. Yeah. Fine. You're a yummy treat."
Xander: "And don't you forget it."
Spike:(mocking Anya) "Xander, don't you care about me?"
Xander: "Shut up."
Spike: "We never talk."
Xander: "Shut up."
Spike: "Xan-der..."
Xander: "Shut up!"

Buffy: Just tell me I didn't snore.
Willow: Very discrete. Minimal drooling.

Riley: Uh, what have you got going on tonight?
Buffy: Uh, patrolling.
Riley: Patrolling?
Buffy: Uh, petroleum.
Riley: Petroleum?
Buffy: Uh huh.
Riley: Tonight you have crude oil?
Buffy: A-and homework.

Spike: Sometimes I like to crumble the Weetabix in the blood. Gives it a little texture.
Giles: Since the picture you just painted means that I will never touch food of any kind again, you'll just have to pick it up yourself.
Spike: Sissy.

Riley: Well. I guess we have to talk.
Buffy: I guess we do.

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