SPIKE: Morning.

BUFFY: What are you doing? And, here?

SPIKE: Just, uh, took a stroll. Found myself in your neck of the woods.

BUFFY: Couldn't find a less flammable time of day to take a stroll?

SPIKE: Yeah, well, the fact is my lighter's gone missing. Thought it might have, uh, dropped outta my pocket the last time I was here.

BUFFY: Haven't seen it.

WILLOW: I'm, uh, gonna head back to my room, get dressed. (Willow walks out)

BUFFY: Oh, I...

(gives up trying to follow Willow out)

BUFFY: (to Spike) Lame.

SPIKE: What?

BUFFY: You. Making up excuses.

SPIKE: Oh, don't flatter yourself, luv. Bloody fond of that lighter.

BUFFY: Stop trying to see me. And stop calling me that.

SPIKE: So, um ... what should I call you then? Pet? Sweetheart? My, uh ... (playing with her hair) little goldilocks? You know I love this hair. The way it bounces around when you-

(Buffy menaces him with a spatula)

SPIKE: Ah-ah-ah! This flapjack's not ready to be flipped.

BUFFY: What the hell is that supposed to- (Spike moves in, she says, not really meaning it:) Stop that.

XANDER: Good Godfrey Cambridge, Spike! (Buffy shoves Spike off her) Still trying to mack on Buffy? Wake up already. Never gonna happen! Only a complete loser would ever hook up with you. Well, unless she's a simpleton like Harmony, or a, or a nut sack like Drusilla-

BUFFY: Hey! You really need to get Dawn off to school. Let's go, go fetch her, okay? You can let yourself out, right Spike?

• Buffy & Spike

written by: David Fury; transcribed by Joan the English Chick (pisces@englishchick.com). edited down by me. . Full transcript at:
http://www.buffy-vs-angel.com/buffy_tran_111.shtml