(graveyard)

SPIKE: Well. What do I spy with my little eye? A demon. That would be . . . oh, right . . . the things I can kill.

GILES: Spike. Wonderful. A perfect end to a perfect day.

SPIKE: (frowning) Giles?

GILES: Go on, then. Let's get on with the fighting (realizes) You understand me?

SPIKE: Of course I understand you.

GILES: I'm speaking English?

SPIKE: No, you're speaking Fyarl. I happen to speak Fyarl. And . . . by the way, why the hell are you suddenly a Fyarl demon? You just come over all demony this morning?

GILES: As a matter of fact, I did. Thanks to Ethan Rayne. You have to help me find him. He must undo this and then he needs a . . . good being killed.

SPIKE: And I'm just supposed to help you out of the evilness of my heart?

GILES: Y-you help me and I-I don't kill you.

SPIKE: Oh, tremendously convincing. Try it again without the stutter.

GILES: Money. I could pay you money.

SPIKE: Oh, I like money. How much?

GILES: A h-hundred dollars.

SPIKE: A hundred dollars? You'll have to do a lot better than that. Two-hundred.

GILES: Fine.

SPIKE: Right, then.

GILES: Right, then.

SPIKE: So what's first? (grinning) I run and tell the Slayer what you've gotten yourself into?

GILES: No. When I find Ethan I can clear all this up without Buffy ever having to find out that anything happened to me at all.

• Spike's uneasy truce with the gang

written by: Jane Espenson; Transcribed by Joseph B. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/68anewman.html