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Chosen
BUFFY
(coyly) Faith still has my room.
SPIKE
Well, you're not staying here. You can't buy me off with shiny beads and sweet talk. You got Angel breath. I'm not gonna just let you whack me back and forth like a rubber ball. I've got my pride, you know.
BUFFY
I understand. (turns to walk away)
SPIKE
(cuts her off) Clearly you don't, 'cause the whole "having my pride" thing was just a smokescreen.
BUFFY
(sighs with relief) Oh, thank God.
SPIKE
I don't know what I would have done if you'd have gone up those stairs
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If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow.
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