SPIKE: That was the best night of my life. And I've had some sweet ones. (off her look) What are you looking at?

BUFFY: (disgusted) You got off on it.

SPIKE: Well, yeah. I suppose you're telling me you don't? (laughs) How many of my kind reckon you've done?

BUFFY: Not enough.

SPIKE: (nods) And we just keep coming. But you can kill a hundred, a thousand, a thousand thousand and the enemies of Hell besides and all we need is for one of us- just one- sooner or later to have the thing we're all hoping for.

BUFFY: And that would be what?

(Spike leans in close and whispers in her ear.)

SPIKE: One... good... day.

(Buffy pushes him away from her.)

SPIKE: (laughs) Hey! You asked and I'm tellin'. The problem with you, Summers, is you've gotten so good, you're starting to think you're immortal.

BUFFY: Not really. I just know I can handle myself.

SPIKE: Oh? Then how do you explain this?

(He reaches out and punches Buffy in her wound. Both Buffy and Spike cry out in pain as Buffy doubles over and Spike's chip lights his brain on fire.)

BUFFY: (gasping) So that's it? Lesson over?

SPIKE: Not even close. Come on.

(He picks up a pool cue and heads outside.)

• Buffy & Spike
• Slayerhood

written by: Douglas Petrie; Transcribed by Joan the English Chick (pisces@englishchick.com).. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/85foolforlove.html