DRUSILLA: You lost it? You... lost my present.

Dalton: I know. I'm sorry.

SPIKE: It was a bad turn, man. She can't have her fun without the box.

Dalton: The Slayer. She came out of nowhere. I didn't even see her. She...

DRUSILLA: Make a wish.

Dalton: What?

She holds two fingers up to his eyes.

DRUSILLA: I'm going to blow out the candles.

SPIKE: You might give him a chance to find your lost treasure. He is a wanker, but he's the only one we've got with half a brain. If he fails, you can eat his eyes out of the sockets for all I care.

Dalton: I'll get it. Please. I swear.

DRUSILLA: Okay. Hurry back then. (pats his head)

• Spike & Drusilla

written by: Marti Noxon; . Full transcript at:
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