RILEY: You actually think you've got a shot with her?

SPIKE: No, I don't.

(he removes the cork from his bottle)

SPIKE: Fella's gotta try, though. Gotta do what he can.

(takes a swig)

RILEY: If you touched her... you know I'd kill you for real.

SPIKE: I had this chip outta my head, I'da killed you long ago. Ain't love grand?

(he replaces the cork and tosses the bottle to Riley, who catches it and removes the cork again. He sits on a nearby coffin and takes a sip.)

SPIKE: (quietly) Sometimes I envy you so much it chokes me. And sometimes I think I got the better deal. (sighs) To be that close to her and not have her. To be all alone even when you're holding her. Feeling her, feeling her beneath you. Surrounding you. The scent ... (louder) No, you got the better deal.

(Riley looks over at Spike, takes another drink.)

RILEY: (bitterly) I'm the lucky guy. Yeah.

(Long shot of the two of them sitting together. Riley tosses the bottle back to Spike.)

RILEY: I'm the guy.

(Spike takes another swig. They sit there together.)

• Buffy & Riley
• Buffy & Spike
• Riley vs Spike

written by: Marti Noxon; Transcribed by Joan the English Chick (pisces@englishchick.com).. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/88intothewoods.html