(Spike rests up in a hospital bed, his hands/forearms bandaged)

SPIKE: Come to tap-dance on the patient, have we, doc? I'd give you the finger, but apparently I won't have the motor skills till the drugs wear off.

ANGEL: (ignores the bait) A lot of pain?

SPIKE: More than I'd like. But not as much as you would. Just what I deserve.

ANGEL: (sighs) I didn't say that.

SPIKE: No. I did. The lass thought I killed her family. And I'm supposed to what, complain 'cause hers wasn't one of the hundreds of families I did kill? I'm not sayin' you're right... 'cause, uh... I'm physically incapable of saying that. But, uh... for a demon... I never did think that much about the nature of evil. No. Just threw myself in. Thought it was a party. I liked the rush. I liked the crunch. Never did look back at the victims.

ANGEL: I couldn't take my eyes off them. I was only in it for the evil. It was everything to me. It was art. The destruction of a human being. I would've considered Dana a masterpiece.

SPIKE: What happens to her?

ANGEL: I don't know. Um, Andrew and the slayers took her. Didn't trust us to help her.

SPIKE: Andrew double-crossed us? That's a good move. Hope for the little ponce yet. Though the tingling in my forearms tells me she's too far gone to help. She's...one of us now. She's a monster.

ANGEL: She's an innocent victim.

SPIKE: So were we... once upon a time.

ANGEL: Once upon a time.

• Angel & Spike
• philosphies on monsters, animals, killers, etc

written by: Steven S. DeKnight & Drew Goddard; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited & formatted by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/angel/season5/transcripts/5x11_tran.php