PAVAYNE: Yes, squirm, boy. It won't make a difference. Getting what you deserve.

SPIKE: You're right. I do deserve to go to hell. But not today.

(knocks Pavane off him)

PAVAYNE: You dare!

(the portal closes behind Spike's back)

SPIKE: Quite a bit, mate. Reality bends to desire. That was it, right? That's why I could touch Fred, write your name in the glass. All I had to do was want it bad enough.

(he wills his clothes back on, fixes Pavane with the pattened Spike Look of Menace)

SPIKE: And guess what I want to do now, you prissy son of a bitch?

(fight)

SPIKE: Keen little racket you've got carved out for yourself—prying off spirits and sucking them down the chute. Kept your own toasties out of the fire, didn't it? 'Til now. Not so much fun when we hit back, is it?

PAVAYNE: (getting his wind back) Starting to be.

• Spike's Soul

written by: Steven S. DeKnight; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited & formatted by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/angel/season5/transcripts/5x04_tran.php