"What's the matter, Willy? Don't you trust me?" "Talk and I'll have your guts for garters." "Oops! Sorry, friend." "What are you gonna do with him, anyway?" "I'm thinking maybe dinner and a movie. I don't want to rush into anything. I've been hurt, you know." "I brought you something." "Your sire, my sweet." "My Angel?" "The one and only." "Now all we need's the full moon tonight, and he will die, and you will be fully restored. My black goddess. My ripe, wicked plum. It's been..." "Forever." "Alright, you can play, but don't kill him. He mustn't die till the ritual." "That's it, then. Off to church." "It makes pretty colors." "I'll see him die soon enough. I've never been much for the pre-show." "She likes to be teased." "Keep your hole shut!" "I can tell when she's not satisfied." "I said shut up!" "Or maybe you two just don't have the fire we had." "That's enough." "Spike, no!" "Oh! Right. Right, you almost got me! Aren't you a 'throw himself to the lions' sort of sap these days. Well, the lions are on to you, baby. See, if I kill you now you go quick, and Dru hasn't got a chance. And if Dru dies your little Rebecca of Sunnyhell Farm and all her mates are spared her coming-out party." "Too bad, Angelus. Looks like you go the hard way. Along with the rest of this miserable town."

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