(Harmony arrives)

HARMONY: What the heck is this?

SPIKE: Oh, bloody hell.

HARMONY: Who is - oh, wait. I get it. Our little sex game was just the beginning. Now you've gone and picked up some cheap queen of the damned to dress up like your precious Drood-zilla.

SPIKE: Harm.

HARMONY: You'd better not be thinking what I think you're thinking. 'Cause my answer is the same as always. No threesomes unless it's (gestures to Spike) boy, (gestures to the air) boy, (gestures to herself) girl. Or Charlize Theron.

SPIKE: Harm, you moron, this *is* Drusilla.

HARMONY: Oh. Well, you've got some nerve showing up here like this. After all this time. After breaking my sweet boo-boo's heart.

HARMONY: Do you have any idea how hard it's been to break down the walls he put up after you left? I mean, *serious* trust issues.

SPIKE: Harm...

HARMONY: So it's no use you crawling back to him, 'cause Spikey don't play that game any more, Morticia.

SPIKE: It's been fun while it lasted, Harm, but I think it'd be best now if you hit the road.

HARMONY: Why? Because she's back?

SPIKE: No. Because I am.

DRUSILLA: And there you are, my darling, deadly boy.

• Spike & Drusilla
• Spike & Harmony

written by: David Fury; Transcribed by Joan the English Chick (pisces@englishchick.com).. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/92crush.html