I took the quotes from the script that was floating around the internet because I haven't had the time in the last couple of days to go back and rewatch the episode yet. I plan on getting to that this weekend. So there are probably some lines in this that aren't in the episode and some that are but are different...I'll get it perfected this Saturday evening.

ANGEL: Is it Spike? You're not telling me something. And... his scent. I remember it pretty well.

BUFFY: You vampires... did anybody ever tell you that the whole smelling everybody thing is a little gross?

ANGEL: Is he your boyfriend?

BUFFY: Is that your business?

ANGEL: Are you in love with him? Maybe I'm outta line, but this is kind of a curveball for me. We are talking about Spike here.

BUFFY: It's different. He's different. He has a soul now.

ANGEL: Oh. Well.

BUFFY: What.

ANGEL: No, no, that's great. Everyone's got a soul now.

BUFFY: What are you, pissed?

ANGEL: No, it's great. One for our side.

BUFFY: He'll make a difference.

ANGEL: You know, I started it. The whole... having a soul. Before it was all the "cool new thing"...

BUFFY: Oh my god, are you twelve?

ANGEL: I'm gettin' the brush off for Captain Peroxide, it doesn't bring out the champion in me.

BUFFY: It's not the brush off. Having both of you here would be... confusing.

ANGEL: For who?

BUFFY: Everybody! Why are you so -- Are you gonna come by and get all Dawson on me every time I have a boyfriend?

ANGEL: Aha! Boyfriend!

BUFFY: He's not! But...He is in my heart.

ANGEL: That'll end well.

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SPIKE: So where's Tall, Dark and Forehead?

BUFFY: Let me guess. You can smell him.

SPIKE: Yeah, that and I also used my heightened vampire eyeballs to watch you kissing him. Busted.

BUFFY: It was a... hello. I was surprised.

SPIKE: Most people don't use their tongues to say hello. Or, I guess they do.

BUFFY: There was no tongues. Besides, he's gone.

SPIKE: Just popped round for a quickie, then?

BUFFY: Good, good, I haven't had quite enough jealous vampire crap.

SPIKE: He wears lifts, you know.

BUFFY: One of these days, I'm just gonna put you two in a room and let you rassle it out.

SPIKE: No problem at this end.

BUFFY: There could maybe be oil of some kind involved...

SPIKE: Where's the trinket?

BUFFY: The who-ket?

SPIKE: The pretty necklace your sweetie-bear gave you. The one with all the power. I believe it's mine now.

BUFFY: How do you figure?

SPIKE: Someone with a soul, but more than human... Angel meant to wear it, that means I'm the qualified party.

BUFFY: It's volatile. We don't know...

SPIKE: You need someone strong to bear it then. You were planning on giving it to Andrew?

BUFFY: Angel said... this amulet is meant to be worn by a champion.

SPIKE: Been called a lot of things in my time...

BUFFY: I want you to be careful.

SPIKE: You're talking to the wrong guy, love. This is powerful.

BUFFY: Faith's still got my room.

SPIKE: Well you're not staying here! Can't buy me off with shiny beads and sweet talk -- you've got Angel breath. Won't just let you whack me back and forth like a rubber ball. I've got my pride, you know.

BUFFY: I understand.

SPIKE: Clearly you don't, since that whole "having my pride" thing was a smokescreen.

BUFFY: Oh thank god.

SPIKE: I don't know what I would have done if you'd gone up those stairs.

BUFFY: Let's not find out.

(Later)

CALEB/FIRST: Pretty, ain't it?

BUFFY: You're not him.

CALEB/FIRST: No, you killed him right and proper. Terrible loss. This man was my good right arm. 'Course, it doesn't pain me too much. Don't need an arm. Got an army.

BUFFY: An army of vampires. However will I fight a bunch of -- oh right, I've been doing that for years!

CALEB/FIRST: Every day our numbers swell. But then, you do have an army of your own. Some thirty-odd pimply-faced girls don't know the pointy end of a stake, maybe I should call this off!

BUFFY: Have you ever considered a cool name? Since you're incorporeal and basically powerless you could call yourself "The Taunter." Strikes fear...

CALEB/FIRST: I will overrun this earth.

BUFFY: You know how many people have said that to me?

CALEB/FIRST: I do, since they all had a small part of me in them. Whereas I have all of me in me, so I like my chances somewhat better. And when my army outnumbers the humans on this earth the scales will tip and I will be made flesh.

BUFFY: Talk on. I'm not afraid of you.

CALEB/FIRST: Then why aren't you asleep in your dead lover's arms?

CALEB/FIRST: 'Cause he can't help you. Nor Faith nor your friends... certainly not your little wannaslay brigade. None of those girlies will ever know real power unless you're dead. You know the drill:

BUFFY/FIRST: Into every generation, a Slayer is born. One girl in all the world. She alone will have the strength and skill to fight the... well there's that word again. What you are. How you'll die. Alone. Where's your snappy comeback?

BUFFY: You're right.

BUFFY/FIRST: Mmm. Not your best.

SPIKE: I'm drowning in footwear! Weird dream. Buffy? Is something wrong?

BUFFY: No. Yes. I just realized something. Something that really never occurred to me before. We're gonna win.

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SPIKE: Oh, bollocks. Buffy...

BUFFY: Spike!

FAITH: Everybody out! Now!

SPIKE: I can feel it, Buffy.

BUFFY: What?

SPIKE: My soul. It's really there. Kinda stings. G'on on, then...

BUFFY: You've done enough, you can still --

SPIKE: No. You beat 'em back, it's for me to do the clean up.

FAITH: Buffy! Come on!

SPIKE: Gotta move, lamb. I think it's fair to say school's out for the bloody summer.

BUFFY: Spike...

SPIKE: I mean it. I gotta do this.

His hand is held up, frozen in his revelatory pain. Buffy takes her own hand, interlocks it with his. A moment, and both hands burst into flames.

BUFFY: I love you.

SPIKE: No you don't. But thanks for saying it. It's your world up there. Now GO! I wanna see how it ends.

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