ANYA: We're running low on mandrake root. Check the basement.

BUFFY: (to herself) Don't blame me if we have this conversation over and over... ...and over ... and over, and over. (bumps into Spike) Oh! Bell. Neck. Look into it.

SPIKE: Come with a nice leather collar, does it?

BUFFY: What are you doing lurking down here?

SPIKE: Came through the tunnels. Running low on burba weed. Stir it in with the blood. Makes it all hot 'n spicy. What? I was gonna pay for it. (off Buffy's look) I mean, no. I was gonna nick it, 'cause that's what I do. (sighs) I go where I please and I take what I want, and what's your excuse anyway? (nods toward upstairs) I thought you'd had it to the brim with customer disservice.

BUFFY: One-time deal to help out. And I mean straight time. No loop-de-loop mummy hand repeat-o-vision. Where's the mandrake root?

SPIKE: Um ... here. Only three to a jar. Tend to ... go a bit wonky if you cram them too close.

BUFFY: Thanks.

SPIKE: Feel like a bit of the rough and tumble?

BUFFY: (shocked) What?

SPIKE: Me ... you... Patrolling? Hello?

BUFFY: Oh. Uh ... I ... should stay. Maybe tomorrow.

SPIKE: It's not like I don't already have plans. Great Pumpkin's on in twenty. (exits)

BUFFY: (to herself) So much easier to talk to when he wanted to kill me.

• Buffy & Spike
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written by: Steven S. DeKnight; transcribed by Joan the English Chick (pisces@englishchick.com). action descriptions shortened by me. . Full transcript at:
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