BUFFY: This'll make my day complete. What?

SPIKE: What's in the DoubleMeat nuggets?

BUFFY: I'm working. Go away.

SPIKE: Yeah, and you chose to be in the consumer service profession, and I'm a consumer. (smirking) Service me.

BUFFY: (not amused) Order something or go.

SPIKE: (sighs) Give a bloke a chance for his eyes to adjust. Damn fluorescent lights. Makes me look dead. Some demons love 'em. The way they vibrate makes the skin twitch. That the kinda demon you are, luv?

BUFFY: I am not a demon. I don't know why you can hit me, but (firmly) I am not a demon.

SPIKE: Oh. I see. That why you took this job? Prove something to yourself? A normal job for a normal girl? Good way to drive yourself crazy, that is.

BUFFY: (shrugs) I'll be fine.

SPIKE: Buffy. You're not happy here.

BUFFY: (quietly) Please don't make this harder.

SPIKE: You don't belong here. You're something ... you're better than this.

BUFFY: I need the money.

SPIKE: I can get money. Walk with me now, come on.

BUFFY: I ... I need to go help Gary with the fries.

SPIKE: You gotta get outta here, this place'll do stuff to you. This place'll kill you!

• Buffy & Spike

written by: Jane Espenson; transcribed by Joan the English Chick (pisces@englishchick.com).. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/112doublemeatpalace.html