(Spike's crypt. Xander and Anya enter.)

XANDER: Here.

(he shoves a bundle of clothes he's carrying at Spike)

XANDER: You should've just saved the ensemble from the last time we snuck into the Initiative. I'm not a clothing delivery service.

ANYA: Well, he is, kinda. He did Riley yesterday.

(Xander gives her a look and she busies herself with sucking on the straw and sits down. Spike is looking through the clothes and finds a small pistol.)

SPIKE: Hello. This is just . . . swell.

(Dropping the rest of the clothes on a stone bench, he aims the gun at the wall.)

SPIKE: Gotta say . . liking this quite a lot.

(He starts swinging the barrel around towards Xander who watches unconcerned. )

SPIKE: Kinda changes the balances of pow--OWW!! Akk! Oh, come on! You got to be kidding?

ANYA: Wow. That chip in your head means you can't even point a gun. How humiliating.

XANDER: Doesn't work anyway. It's a fake.

ANYA: Can't even point a decorative gun?

XANDER: Give it up for a American chipmanship.

• Spike's defanging

written by: Douglas Petrie; Transcribed by Joseph B. Full transcript at:
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