Tector: I'm tired of rat. How come we can't stay in a nice place? A motel or somethin'? Maybe, uh... Maybe one with an ice machine.

Lyle: 'Cause we got to keep a low profile till we get this Slayer business taken care of.

Tector: Well, how come Angelus is gettin' all cuddly with her, Lyle? I mean, does the man have no code?

Lyle: Tector... You gonna be pesterin' me with these questions all damn day?

Tector: I just don't like it here. Ain't a decent whore in the whole city limits.

Lyle: So, this is the thanks I get? Well. Don't I take care of ya? Didn't I near raise ya myself? Hmm? Burden that you were, maybe I shoulda left you on that doorstep when Momma blew town.

Tector: Don't say that, Lyle.

Lyle: Now I'm takin' care of this.

Tector: You afraid of the girl?

Lyle: I'm just playin' it safe. We're just gonna follow her around a little while, find our time. 'Cause this ain't over.

Tector: I think you *are* afraid of the Slayer.

Lyle: Alright. I'm gonna beat you like a redheaded stepchild. Throw your ass out in that sunlight. C'mon.

Tector: You think you can?

Lyle: Giddy-up, son.

written by: Marti Noxon; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
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