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.
Xander: Wouldn't be the first time.
Spike: Anya, do be specific and tell a fellow just exactly what you're doing here.
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.
Anya: I got it. No problem, I understand. (a beat) You think I'm fat.
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.
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.
Willow: No.
Anya: No, we can't find that? But that's easy. That computer's a moron.
Female vampire: (to Spike) Is that all I was to you, a one-bite stand?