Sleeper
B=Buffy, D=Dawn, X=Xander, W=Willow, S=Spike, A=Anya
X: Okay, okay, I'm coming, I'm up. It's 4:30 in the morning, sweet mamalooshin.
X: Creature of the night, Buff. He's probably out creaturing.
X: Let's look at this objectively. Figure it out in a cold, impersonal, CSI-like manner. 'Cause we're a couple of carpet fibers away from a case.
A: Killers like to keep trophies sometimes. Scalps. Necklaces made from human teeth.
X: You're gonna be fine.
A: I better be. 'Cause if I get vamped, I'm gonna bite your ass.
X: Wouldn't be the first time.
W: This big evil that's been promising to devour us? Well, I think it's started chomping.
W: It had me for a while -- I mean, before it started letting loose with the pulse-pounding terror.
S: Anya, do be specific and tell a fellow just exactly what you're doing here.
A: Well, Spike... I'm here, obviously... for... um, sex.
S: Uh, beg pardon?
A: You and me. Here and now. Let's go! Let's get it on, you big, bad boy!
S: Wait, wait, Anya, just a minute, this is not exact-- Is that a stake?
A: Yes. Kinky.
A: It's not like I'm snooping around for proof that you're some sort of whacked-out serial killer. I don't know why I said that. Forget I said that. It's craziness talking, it's just nerves. Nerves. Nerves and horniness. Oh, just shut up, William, and take me. Take me now.
A: I got it. No problem, I understand. You think I'm fat!
S: What?
A: Well, it's either that or the haircut.
S: Ridiculous. The 'do's quite fetching.
A: You know, you were a lot more fun when you didn't have a soul!
A: All I'm saying is soulless Spike would have had me upside down and halfway to happy-land by now.
S: I need my pants.
S: 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.
W: Just because it was some evil thing doesn't mean what they said can't be true.
A: I used to tell the truth all the time when I was evil.
X: Buffy was very clear about the not leaving of you.
S: I know what the Slayer told you. It's not true. Let me go, and I'll find a way to prove it.
X: Okay, I'm gonna list the reasons that won't happen. One...
Vamp Girl: So that's all I was to you? A one-bite stand?
B: 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 wanna-be?
B: Actually, Billy Idol stole his look from...
Aimee Mann: Man, I hate playing vampire towns.
S: I think I've done some very bad things.
B: Sorry, ma'am, but it's my job.
S: I can't cry this soul out of me. It won't come.
B: It wasn't in his control.
X: Oh, an out-of-control serial killer. You're right, that is a great house-guest.