SPIKE: Oh, life among the power elite. It's all so civilized. Hainsley grinds up one of your people into chum, and you drop by for tea.

ANGEL: I'm hoping to avoid a body count here.

SPIKE: (spots something) No worries. Looks like this Hainsley keeps one on hand.

(they enter a parlor filled with people posed around the room)

SPIKE: Man likes to play with dollies.

ANGEL: This isn't for him. It's a showroom.

(...)

SPIKE: I don't know. Maybe the geezer's just lonely. Throws himself a surprise party every night. Picks out one of these painted pigeons and shows her a good time, if you know what I mean. What? I'm sure they don't mind.

ANGEL: Yeah, I mind.

SPIKE: Why? They're the lucky ones, aren't they? It's over for them. They've shuffled off, cleanly, the one time. Nobody's shoving them back into the stinking world against their will.

ANGEL: (angrily) I mind.

BUTLER: (arriving) Mr. Hainsley has asked that I send you back to Wolfram & Hart, gentlemen. (pulls out knives from behind his back) In a manner of speaking.

SPIKE: Uh-oh. Looks like it's buckets for you.

(Angel throws a teaspoon at the butler; it embeds itself in his forehead)

SPIKE: A spoon?! That's just...

(the butler reaches up to his forehead, pulls the spoon out, and turns toward Angel angrily)

SPIKE: Well, OK, that's more...

(the butler collapses)

SPIKE: Disappointing, really.

written by: David Fury & Ben Edlund; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited & formatted by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/angel/season5/transcripts/5x02_tran.php