RICHARD: Hey Xander, we gotta be at work in a few minutes.

XANDER: (staring at TV) Okay.

RICHARD: I can't be late today.

SPIKE: You should definitely go. Let's find your coat and get you on your merry way.

BUFFY: Spike.

RICHARD: (confused) I don't know why I'm not leaving.

SPIKE: Me either. Besides, Richie, you can't skip breakfast. Growing boy like you. Me, I used to love breakfast. In the old days, I probably would have eaten by now.

BUFFY: Of course, with that new diet of yours, you wanna be careful what you try puttin' in your mouth now, Spikey. (giving him a meaningful look)

SPIKE: Yeah? I don't know. Tummy's making all kinds of gurglies. Maybe I oughta just feed on whatever's around... even if it doesn't go down well. (to Richard) You, uh, work out?

BUFFY: Okey-dokey. (to Richard, as she hauls Spike out) 'Scuse us.

• Spike's defanging

written by: Drew Z. Greenberg; transcribed by Joan the English Chick (pisces@englishchick.com). action descriptions shortened by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/114older.html