(Spike's crypt. Giles enters)

SPIKE: Hey! Wipe your feet when you enter a person's home.

GILES: Oh, yes. Careless of me. Tracking mud all over your, uh . . . mud.

SPIKE: I admit, it's a bit of a fixer-upper. Needs a woman's touch. Care to have a crack at it?

GILES: While I'd loved to go on trading jabs with you, Spike, perhaps I'll come to the point. As much as it pains me to say it, um, I owe you a debt of gratitude for the help you provided me in my recent . . . metamorphosis.

SPIKE: Stuff the gratitude. You owe me more than that, mate.

(Giles pulls out a small bundle of dollar bills and offers it to him.)

GILES: Three-hundred. Count it if you'd...

(Spike snatches it out of his hand)

GILES: ...like.

SPIKE: I'll do that.

written by: David Fury; Transcribed by Joseph B. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/69theiinteam.html