SPIKE
What's Buffy thinking? H-honestly?
ANGEL
She doesn't exactly have the best taste in men. Case in point.
(looks at Spike)
SPIKE
H-hey! I think I turned out all right.
ANGEL
Yeah. Once she got through with you.
SPIKE
I wasn't the one livin' in alleys, rubbin' rat filth all over my face. If we're talkin' projects, you're the Sistine Chapel.
ANGEL
I wasn't a project.
SPIKE
Well, neither was I.
(Angel sighs, sits on the edge of his desk)
Can't we just... lock her away in a box where no one can ever touch her? You know? Like we did with Pavayne?
ANGEL
(crosses his arms, thinks a moment)
I don't think she'd let us. Uh, she's pretty strong.
SPIKE
We could do a spell. Some sort of mind control.
ANGEL
Oh, she'd figure it out. You know, she's pretty smart.
SPIKE
Yeah.
(sighs, sits on the edge of the desk by Angel)
So, what? We just have to live with it? Get on with our lives?
ANGEL
'Fraid so.
SPIKE
(sighs)
Fine.