Buffy: I’m not saying goodbye. I’m saying sorry.
Buffy: Remember how I said I remembered what you said?
Buffy: If it gets bad I know where I can go. I’m not stupid, I’m too smart to let them eat me up.
Buffy: But I can let them think they are. This is all a game they’re playing.
Spike: Yeah, well, I don’t need sorry.
Spike: And I don’t trust you not to throw yourself under the eighteen-wheeler headed your way, either, but I’ll scrape you off the road if you do.
Spike: I’d even quit cavorting with the starry-eyed if it’d keep you clear.
Buffy: I don’t care if you need it, I want you to have it.
Buffy: You don’t have to trust me, just believe in me. I’m not throwing myself under, I’m hitching a ride.
Buffy: But thank you anyways, for saying you would. If I did end up all splattered.
Buffy: And if you want to cavort, cavort. Maybe you can distract them with a scandal.