SPIKE: Mmm. That smell... Your neck...I haven't had a woman in weeks.

WILLOW: Whoa! No! Hold it!

SPIKE: Well, unless you count that shopkeeper.

WILLOW: Now, now, hold on! I-I'll do your spell for you, and, and, and I'll get you Drusilla back, but, but there will be no bottle-in-face, and there will be no 'having' of any kind with me. Alright?

SPIKE: Alright. Get started.

WILLOW: Now, I'm not a real witch, you know. I-I don't know if this is gonna work right away.

SPIKE: Well, if at first you don't succeed, I'll kill him (indicates Xander), and you try again.

WILLOW: (looks through the supplies) This isn't enough.

SPIKE: What?

WILLOW: Well, there are other ingredients, a-and a-a-a book. I need a, a spell book. This isn't it.

SPIKE: You've got one, though, at home?

WILLOW: Not at home. I left it somewhere.

SPIKE: Where?

written by: Dan Vebber; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/42loverswalk.html