(Faith-in-Buffy runs into Spike at the Bronze)

FAITH: Ooo!

SPIKE: Oh, *you*.

FAITH: And you.

SPIKE: What? Are you keeping tabs on me? You're gonna give me a hard time now?

FAITH: Um, do I usually give you a hard time?

SPIKE: Very funny. Well, you don't have to worry about me drinking. Unless you're here to protect innocent beers.

FAITH: You're a vampire.

SPIKE: Was. And as soon as I get this chip out of my head, I'll be a vampire again. But until then, I'm just as helpless as a kitten up a tree. So why don't you sod off?

FAITH: Okay.

SPIKE: Oh, fine! Throw it in my face! Spike's not a threat anymore, I'll turn my back! He can't hurt me.

FAITH: Spike? (recognition) Spike. William the Bloody with a chip in his head. I kind of love this town.

SPIKE: You know why I really hate you, Summers?

FAITH: (cheerfully) 'Cause I'm a stuck-up tight-ass with no sense of fun?

SPIKE: Well . . . Yeah, that covers a lot of it.

FAITH: 'Cause I could do anything I want, and instead I choose to pout and whine and feel the burden of Slayerness? I mean, I could be rich. I could be famous. I could have anything. Anyone. Even you, Spike. I could ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. I've got muscles you've never even dreamed of. I could squeeze you until you pop like warm champagne and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit more. And you know why I don't?

(Their lips very close, Spike doesn't say anything but seems *very* interested in the answer.)

FAITH: Because it's wrong.

(laughs, leaves)

SPIKE: (menacingly) I get this chip out . . . you and me are gonna have a confrontation.

FAITH: Count on it.

(Spike throws his bottle into the wall and walks off. He shoves someone and clutches his head.)

• Buffy & Spike
• Faith & Spike
• Slayerhood
• Spike's defanging

written by: Joss Whedon; Transcribed by *Joseph B*. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/72whoareyou2.html