DRUSILLA: (to dead bird) You sing the sweetest little song. Won't you sing for me, hmm? Don't you love me anymore?

SPIKE: Darling! I heard a funny thing just now. Lucius tells me that you went out on a hunt the other night.

DRUSILLA: My tummy was growly. And you were out. (to the bird) Come on. (whistles) I'll pout if you don't sing.

SPIKE: You, um, meet anyone? Anyone interesting? Like Angel?

DRUSILLA: Angel.

SPIKE: Yeah. So... What might you guys have talked about, then? Old times? Childhood pranks? It's a little off, you two so friendly, him being the enemy and all that.

DRUSILLA: (to the bird) I'll give you a seed if you sing.

SPIKE: The bird's dead, Dru. You left it in a cage, and you didn't feed it, and now it's all dead, just like the last one. (Drusilla cowers and whines) Oh, I'm sorry baby. I'm a bad, rude man. I just don't like you goin' out, that's all. You are weak. Would you like a new bird? One that's not dead?

• Angel & Spike
• Spike & Drusilla

written by: Joss Whedon; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/19lietome.html