ANGEL: Spike.

JOYCE: Oh, my God. Get out of here!

SPIKE: Yeah. You're not invited.

JOYCE: He's crazy. He'll kill us.

SPIKE: Not while I breathe. Well, actually, I don't breathe.

ANGEL: Joyce, listen to me.

JOYCE: You get out of this house, or I will stake you myself.

SPIKE: You're a very bad man.

ANGEL: Joyce, you can't trust him. Invite me in. (to Spike) You touch her, and I'll cut your head off!

SPIKE: Yeah? You and what army?

BUFFY: That would be me. Angel, why don't you come on in?

JOYCE: Oh! Oh, no!

BUFFY: You shouldn't have come back, Spike.

SPIKE: I do what I please.

JOYCE: Okay, I-I'm confused again.

(Buffy goes to stake Spike with a wooden spoon)

SPIKE: Willow!

BUFFY: You took Willow.

SPIKE: You do me now, you'll never find the little witch.

JOYCE: (confused) Willow's a witch?

BUFFY: And Xander?

SPIKE: Him, too.

JOYCE: What, Xander's a witch? I...

ANGEL: Where are they?

SPIKE: Doesn't work like that, peaches. And when did you become all soul-having again? I thought you outgrew that. (to Buffy) Your friend's gonna work a little magic for me. She does my spell, I let them both go.

BUFFY: You're not famous for keeping your promises, Spike.

SPIKE: Well, you and your great poof here wanna tag along, that's fine. But you get in my way, and *you* kill your friends.

• Angel & Spike
• Buffy & her mom
• Joyce & Spike

written by: Dan Vebber; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/42loverswalk.html