Spike: “Think I’m hot, do you?”
Fred: “Hmm. Lukewarm. Just above room temperature.”
You’re a hell of a woman.
Angel: “We fight.”
Spike: “Bit more specific.”
Angel: “Well, personally, I kind of want to slay the dragon. Let’s go to work.”
Yeah, I did a couple of Slayers in my time. I don’t like to brag… Who am I kidding? I love to brag!