Angelus: And this... this is the garden.

DRUSILLA: Wow! Look. Jasmine.

Angelus: Night blooming.

DRUSILLA: Like us. Oh, Angel, it's fairyland. Ooh!

SPIKE: It's paradise. Big windows, lovely gardens. It'll be perfect when we want the sunlight to kill us.

Angelus: If you don't like it, Spike, hit the stairs and go. Take a stand, man.

SPIKE: Well, our old place was just fine till you went and had it burned down.

Angelus: Things change, Spikey. You gotta roll with the punches. Well, actually, you pretty much got that part down, haven't you?

SPIKE: Very funny, mate.

Angelus: What can I say? I just love to see you smile, buddy.

He holds up a jasmine bloom and brushes it across Drusilla's cheek as he growls into her ear.

SPIKE: Yeah, you're a giver.

• Angel & Spike
• the life & times of Angelus

written by: Marti Noxon; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
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