(camera pans up to a walking man in Spike-like boots & jacket. except it's Andrew)

WARREN: All right. Looking good. How do you feel?

ANDREW: Good.

WARREN: Excellent. We've got work to do.

ANDREW: I have to do work right now? Can't I just walk around for a while in my coat?

WARREN: Don't go soft on me now. We're right in the trench, and the exhaust port's in sight.

ANDREW: I thought that was it. I did what you told me. It's not my fault it didn't work. Why do I have to do all the wet works?

WARREN: Hey! You know the rules. I can't take corporeal form. Here, feel. Mm-hmm.

ANDREW: (sticks hand through Warren's chest) Cool.

WARREN: Pretty bitchin', right? I'm like Obi Wan?

ANDREW: Or Patrick Swayze.

WARREN: Believe me, I would do this stuff if I could. I can't. I need you. You're my iron fist.

ANDREW: I just don't think I can kill anybody else.

(Warren morphs into Jonathan.)

JONATHAN: Oh, will you stop whining about that?

ANDREW: I didn't want to kill you. Warren made me.

JONATHAN: Hey, I'm glad he did. This is the best thing that's ever happened to me.

ANDREW: It didn't hurt too much? I-I'm not very good at stabbing.

JONATHAN: You know, it wasn't that bad. It was like a sharp pain, then a burning, then a general queasiness. It's kinda like when I used to get ulcers in high school, only at the end I became one with light and hope.

ANDREW: I can't do it. I can't do it anymore.

JONATHAN: Hey, this isn't your fault, OK. It's my fault the ritual didn't work. I screwed up. I'm little?I-I don't have as much blood as other people. And I probably should've told someone I was anemic. Don't worry. We're gonna fix it. You gotta trust us. We know what we're doing.

ANDREW: I can't kill anybody else.

JONATHAN: OK, calm down. We can work around that.

• From Beneath You it Devours

written by: Drew Goddard; Transcribed by: CariCranberry. edited by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/buffy/season7/transcripts/131_tran.php