text @ spike

Buffy: Oh, joke. I forgot about those.
Buffy: I know it’s the law. That’s why I’ve got to do it, everyone knows I’m a slayer. I can’t not. I know I could hide with you, but I don’t want to hide. It’s already hard enough with the whole world looking at me, I don’t think I could take it if the whole world was looking for me too.
Buffy: What do you suggest? I just let someone else go? Put on a glamour and call it a day? I can’t do that. I’m the only one capable of making it out of this relatively unharmed.
Spike: I’m not exactly a trove of beat-the-system ideas.
Spike: Or, well, I am, but they’ve all got something to do with sewer maps and liquor.
Spike: It’s just, I said no jail.
Buffy: So there aren’t like any other plans you’ve heard of or thought?
Buffy: I mean just wondering. I guess you’re saying you haven’t.