(Xander's basement)

XANDER: Oh, no! Spike the place is worse then when I left! You didn't even fix the drip!

SPIKE: Don't turn around.

XANDER: Spike, what is it, what happened?

SPIKE: Don't look at me.

(Of course, Xander does. Spike is wearing knee-length shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. Xander starts to laugh.)

SPIKE: I shrunk them. Bleeding shirt, trousers. I hate this place.

XANDER: You know I'm not any happier about you wearing my stuff than you are.

SPIKE: Go out, get me some decent stuff, and I want more blood.

XANDER: No! You're not a guest.

SPIKE: You want me to tear this place apart, you bloody poof?

XANDER: That's it! I am way past due with you. I hate to break it to you, oh impotent one, but you're not the big bad anymore, you're not even the kind of naughty. You're nothing but a waste of space - my space! And as much as I always got a big laugh watching Buffy kick your shiny white bum, as much as I know I can give you a little bum-kicking myself right now, I'm here to tell you something. You're not even worth it. I'm out of here.

• Spike's defanging
• Xander & Spike

written by: Marti Noxon, David Fury, and Jane Espenson; . Full transcript at:
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