Giles:
We'll get our memory back, and it'll all be right as rain.
Spike:
Oh, listen to Mary Poppins.
He's got his crust all stiff and upper with that nancy boy accent.
You Englishmen are always so...
Bloody hell.
Spike:
[Counting on his fingers]
Sodding,
Blimey,
Shagging,
Knickers,
bollocks.
Oh, God. I'm English.
Giles:
Welcome to the Nancy Tribe.
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