Spike: Slaaayer! Here, kitty, kittyyy.
Spike: A Slayer with family and friends. That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
Drusilla: You'll kill her, and then we'll have a nice celebration.
Spike: Yeah, a party.
Drusilla: Yeah. With streamers... and songs.
Drusilla: Do you know what I miss? Leeches.
Spike: Tomorrow's Halloween. Nothing happens on Halloween.
Drusilla: Now will you dance? (smiles)
Spike: (smiles and takes her hand) I'll dance with *you*, pet. (He pulls her up from her chair and lifts her into his arms.) On the Slayer's grave!
Spike: (sing-song) Someone wasn't worthy.
Spike: Hello, cutie.
Spike: I'll take her out of the country. You'll never hear from us again, I *bloody* well hope.
Spike: I don't want to hurt you, baby. (She grabs him by the throat and shoves him into the wall. He slaps her arm aside and punches her in the face.) Doesn't mean I won't.
Spike: Sorry, baby. Wish there was another way. (When she begins to fall he catches her, lifts her into his arms and starts to carry her out. On the way he passes the doorway to the atrium and glances outside. When he sees them he stops to take a better look. Buffy is backing up against the wall without her sword while Angelus slowly and deliberately advances on her holding his.) God, he's gonna kill her. (He watches for another moment, then shrugs and heads for the garage with Drusilla.)