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Summary:
Buffy suspects that Spike is killing people and with the gang's help she tries to find proof if he is guilty or not.
Anya's great cover story, move over Sydney Bristow.
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The most evil cliffhanger since Innocence.
Quotes:
Xander: Why would a vampire lie about who sired him. What's that? Some kind of status symbol for the undead. My sire can beat up your sire.
Xander: OK, let's look at this objectively. Figure it out in a cold, impersonal, CSI-like manner 'cause we're a couple of carpet fibers away from a case.
Anya: Better be, because if I get vamped, I'm gonna bite your ass.
Spike: Anya, do be specific and tell a fellow just exactly what you're doing here.
Anya: I got it. No problem, I understand. (a beat) You think I'm fat.
Buffy: (to Spike) So, what — you just troll the Promenade looking for drunk co-eds cause you're hungry for conversation?
Anya: Well, if Spike is biting people again, should there be more dead people with neck trauma? Right? We can find that.
Female vampire: (to Spike) Is that all I was to you, a one-bite stand?
Xander: Wouldn't be the first time.
Anya: Well, Spike... I'm here, obviously... for...um...sex.
Spike: Uh, beg pardon.
Anya: You and me. Here and now. Let's go. Let's... get it on, you big bad boy.
Spike: Wait, wait, Anya. Just a minute. This is not exactly (notices the stake in her hand) is that a stake?
Anya: Yes. Kinky.
Spike: Uh, well, yeah, but what do you...
Anya: Shh. (presses her finger to his lips) No questions. No talking. I can't help it. I can't stop thinking about you and us and our brief but unforgettable time together. I mean, it's... why else would I be here? I mean, it's not like I'm snooping around looking for proof that you're some sort of wacked out serial killer. (laughs) I don't know why I said that. Forget I said that. It's craziness talking. It's just nerves. Nerves. Nerves and - and horniness. Oh, just shut up, William, and take me. Take me now.
Spike: What?
Anya: Well, it's either that or the haircut.
Spike: Ridiculous. The do's quite fetching.
Anya: Oh, right. Now you like the haircut.
Spike: Love it.
Anya: Sure, as a friend.
Spike: Anya.
Anya: You know, you were a lot more fun when you didn't have a soul.
Spike: Oh, come on. Now, I've just explained to you...
Anya: All I'm saying is soulless Spike would have had me upside down and half way to happy land by now.
Willow: No.
Anya: No, we can't find that? But that's easy. That computer's a moron.
