(Corner table at the Bronze)

SPIKE: You know, there are quite a few American beers that are highly underrated. This unfortunately is not one of them.

BUFFY: Update, Spike. We're not here to discuss the fine choice of hops. It's about two Slayers: one in China during the Boxer Rebellion, one in New York.

(She holds up a wad of cash and snatches it back as he tries to grab for it.)

BUFFY: Both got killed by you. Tell the tale, you get the cash.

SPIKE: Right. You want to learn all about how I bested the Slayers and you want to learn fast. Right, then. We fought. I won. The end. Pay up.

BUFFY: That's not what I-

SPIKE: What did you want, eh? A quick demo? A blow-for-blow description you can map out and memorize? It's not about the moves, love. And since I agreed to your little proposition, we can do this my way. Wings.

BUFFY: What?

SPIKE: Spicy buffalo wings. Order me up a plate. I'm feelin' peckish.

(Buffy sighs and turns to signal a waitress.)

BUFFY: Excuse me-

(The movement aggravates her injury and she winces in pain.)

SPIKE: As I thought. Some nasty thing got a taste of you.

BUFFY: Don't get all excited. I'm fine.

SPIKE: Oh, right. Stuck in a dark corner with a creature you loathe, diggin' up past uglies, 'cause you're fine.

BUFFY: Just tell me what I want to know.

SPIKE: I told you. No one's narrating on an empty stomach here.

(Buffy shakes her head in exasperation.)

BUFFY: Were you born this big a pain in the ass?

SPIKE: What can I tell you, baby? I've always been bad.

• Buffy & Spike

written by: Douglas Petrie; Transcribed by Joan the English Chick (pisces@englishchick.com).. Full transcript at:
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