- [Buffy approaches a bouncer outside a nightclub looking for Spike]
- Buffy: I-I'm looking for this guy. Bleach-blond hair, leather jacket, British accent, kind of sallow, but in a hot way?
- Bouncer: Yeah, yeah. I know the guy. Billy Idol wannabe?
- Buffy: Actually, Billy Idol stole his look from- Never mind.
- Anya: What? That's it? You're not at least gonna, like, leave me a-a crossbow or a flame thrower, something to protect myself?
- Xander Harris: We don't want him to know we suspect anything. Besides, if he tries to leave, I don't want you confronting him. Call Buffy and just let her know that he's on the move. You're gonna be fine.
- Anya: Better be. Because if I get vamped, I'm gonna bite your ass!
- Xander Harris: Wouldn't be the first time.
- Anya: What was that?
- Anya: Well, if Spike is biting people again, then shouldn't there be more dead people with neck trauma, right? And we can find that.
- Willow Rosenberg: [searches on laptop] No.
- Anya: No, we can't find that? But that's easy. That computer's a moron.
- Xander Harris: Why would a vampire lie about who sired him? What's that, some kind of status symbol for the undead? My sire can beat up your sire?
- [first lines]
- [Xander is woken up by knocking on his door]
- Xander Harris: [sighs] Okay, okay. I'm coming. I'm up. It's 4:30 in the morning. Sweet mamaloshen. Who is it?
- [last lines]
- [Giles finds Robson near death]
- Rupert Giles: Dear God, I thought you were...
- Robson: [whispers] Gather them.
- Rupert Giles: What?
- Robson: [whispers] It's started.
- Rupert Giles: It's all right. I understand. I'll take care of...
- [a robed man swings an ax at Giles]
- Buffy Summers: You didn't see him down there. He really didn't know what he'd done. It wasn't in his control.
- Xander Harris: Oh, an out-of-control serial killer. You're right. That is a great house-guest.
- Spike: As daft a notion as "Soulful Spike the Killer" is, it is nothing compared to the idea that another girl could mean anything to me. This chip-they did to me. I couldn't help it. But the soul, I got on my own-for you.
- Buffy: I know
- Spike: So, yeah. I go and pass the time... with someone. But that's all it is is time, 'cause-God, help me, Buffy-it's still all about you.