SPIKE: So, she's having the wiggins, is she? None of us are real? Pretty self-centered, if you ask me.

XANDER: Spike, we need muscle, not color commentary.

SPIKE: On the other hand, it might explain some things. This all being in that twisted brain of hers. Yeah, fix up some chip in my head, make me soft, fall in love with her, then, turn me into her sodding sex slave.

XANDER: What?

SPIKE: Nothing...alternative realities, where we're all little figments of Buffy's funnyfarm delusion. You know, in a different reality, you might not have left your bride at the alter. Might have gone through with it, like a man.

XANDER: Okay, one more syllable about Anya and...(Demon jumps out) Hey!

SPIKE: Oh, balls! You didn't say he was a Glargabullgashmanick.

XANDER: Because I can't *say* Glarga... (cut off by demon attacking)

• Funnies
• Xander & Spike

written by: Diego Gutierrez; Got tired of waiting to find a complete transcript to copy-paste from, so I typed these up myself.. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/117normalagain.html