Spike: How long did you know I was there?
Fred: Just since the lobby . . . But that popping up behind me was really scary. Look, I dropped my papers.
Spike: Nice touch.
Fred: You know what I mean. You're more than a common spectral disturbance. I've never seen anything like you.
Spike: Bet you say that to all the spirits.
Fred: It's okay. Wes just gave me the talk. And I'm going to have a good meal and at least 6 hours of sleep, so everybody can just stop worrying. I'm fine. Really.
Angel: Good. That's . . . Actually, there's some concern about how much the Practical Science Department's been spending.
Fred: I know he's been playing me with the looks and the smiles. I'm not some idiot schoolgirl with a crush.
Angel: Then what is it?
Fred: It's about doing what's right. Remember?
Angel: Your department. Your call. Just don't be disappointed if it doesn't work. Some people can't be saved.
Angel: You think any of it matters? The things we did. The lives we destroyed. That's all that's ever gonna count. So, yeah - surprise! You're going to hell. We both are.
Spike: Then why even bother? Try to do the right thing, make a difference . . .
Angel: What else are we gonna do?
Angel: And your hair. What color do they call that? Radioactive?
Spike: Never much cared for you, Liam. Even when we were evil.
Angel: Cared for you less.
Spike: Fine.
Angel: Good. There was one thing about you...
Spike: Really?
Angel: Yeah, I never told anybody about this, but I...I liked your poems.
Spike: You like Barry Manilow!
Angel: So how many are we dealing with?
Gunn: None. Last sweep was 10 minutes ago: Spike's the only noncorporeal in the building.
Ghost Woman (whispering to Spike): It's coming for you.
Spike: Check again.
Spike: Is this the part where I say, "Who's there?" and something creepy happens? [A shadow moves nearby.] Thought so.
Wesley: Spike has been unintentionally disapparating more and more frequently.
Gunn: Give him 20 minutes: he'll be popping up next to you in the bathroom, making cracks about your . . . Am I the only one he does that to?
Gunn (reading): Got it. The dark soul.
Angel: What's it say?
Gunn: A lot. There are over thirty-two hundred different references. Four of them are about you.
Pavayne: You dare!
Spike: Quite a bit, mate. "Reality bends to desire." That was it, right? That's why I could touch Fred, write your name in the glass. All I had to do was want it bad enough . . . And guess what I want to do now, you prissy son of a bitch!
Pavayne: No. No! Defilers! I'll cut you into nothing! I'll feast on your brains. I'll swim in lakes of your own blood.
Angel (punches Pavayne): You'll shut the hell up.
Spike: Don't kill him. If he becomes a spirit again, we'll never stop him.
Angel: Fine. No killing. Just a whole lot of bruisin'.
Spike: No. I'm not gonna end up like Pavayne. Cheating hell any way he could, no matter who it hurt.
Fred: Just proves what I've been telling everybody.
Spike: That I'm a handsome devil who brightens the place up?
Fred: That you're worth saving.
Angel (to Pavayne): Congratulations. You get to live, forever. Unable to move, to
touch, or to feel, or to affect anything in the world around you. But don't worry, I had them give you a window. Welcome to Hell.
