Scene: Spike and Anya walking down an alley at night.

Anya: I'm a bright girl. Good education, quick on the uptake. So why in the name of almighty Grothnar would I let myself become human again?

Spike: You're really talking to the wrong fella.

Anya: Sure, the vengeance demon gig has some downsides.

Spike: All jobs do.

Anya: I mean, being human, ugh. You're always icky on the inside, disgusting on the outside.

Spike: Your outside's not so bad.

Anya: You know the only thing worse than being human is being trapped in a household full of humans.

Spike: Preaching to the choir, love.

Anya: I mean, it's like we live in slayer central. I swear, if, if Buffy rooms or boards one more of hte potential girls I'm gonna call, I'm gonna call a health inspector.

Spike: I like my plan better. Get up, get out, get drunk. Repeat as needed. It's more elegant.

Anya: Thanks for having me along. (Anya slips her arm into Spike's as they walk.)

Spike: Don't mention it.

Anya: At first I thought 'It's weird, Spike asking me out on a date' Cause that would just be nuts, huh?

Spike: Right, I'm just out for the alcohol.

Anya: Right there with ya, Scooter. Tonight I plan to drink you under the table.

Spike: You're on then.

Anya: Good. Of course, once you're down there, I could join you. Kidding! I like my sex on top of the table.

Spike: Would you let it go? You're like a dog with a bone.

Anya: So what?

Spike: It's my bone. Just drop it.

Anya: Okay, okay. I wasn't proposing. Time goes by, girl gets hungry. You should know.

Spike: Oh, thank god.

Anya: What?

Spike: Demon.

Anya: Huh?

Spike lunges at the demon behind Anya, after it announces it has come from D'Hoffryn, who has ordered Anya killed.