SPIKE :
Grrr. Bloody Hell, woman!
You're cuttin' off my circulation.
BUFFY :
You don't have any circulation.
SPIKE :
Well, it •pinches•.
BUFFY :
Get used to it.
I have more important things to worry about.
SPIKE :
(genuinely indignant)
I came to you in friendship!
Well, all right, seething hatred,
but I've got useful information,
and I feel I'm being mistreated.
BUFFY :
So tell me Everything You Know.
SPIKE :
I'm too hungry to remember everything.
BUFFY :
Then Sit.
(smack!)
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