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~There is nothing that competes with habit
So you can make a killing
Oh you can make a killing
Oh you can make a killing~
“C’mon, Spike, you don’t really love Drusilla anymore. It’s gone and forgotten. You remember loving her, but it’s over. Admit it.”
“I won’t admit it! I love her, Slayer. She’s everything to me.”
“Then why Harmony?”
“Everybody makes mistakes. What about you and Paingel, eh? If anybody is just in love because of habit, it’s you two! I mean, you can’t really love the wanker anymore.”
“No, I can’t. It’s like I told you; habit. I love Xander now. Angel is a nice, fuzzy memory. That’s all. And so is Dru!”
“Not at all! I really do love her! I swear I do!”
“When the last time you were lying in bed and wanted nothing more than her in your arms?”
“Well, it’s been, uh, let’s see . . . That doesn’t prove anything!”
~I wish I was both young and stupid
Then I too could have the fun that you did
Till it was time to pony up what you bid
So you could make a killing
Oh you could make a killing
Oh you could make a killing~
“So you don’t ever feel bad for all the horrible, morally-bereft things that you’ve done, Spike?”
“Not ever. Well, unless that bloody chip in my head goes off. Then it hurts like hell.”
“I was leaning more toward emotional pain.”
“Gotta have a soul for that, Slayer. I don’t ‘ave one. Angel’s the only bleedin’ idiot vampire I know with a soul. Should’ve known better than to go feedin’ on gypsies.”
“It got you Drusilla.”
“Just because there’s a silver lining doesn’t mean there’s not a cloud, Slayer.”
~I could follow you and search the rubble
Or stay right here and save myself some trouble
Or try to keep myself from seeing double
Or I could make a killing
Or I could make a killing
Oh I could make a killing
Yeah I could make a killing
I could make a killing~
“You’re always so bloody worried about doing the right thing. It’s not healthy. You can’t change what you already did, and you can’t make the stuff that’s gonna happen better by worryin’ about it. You might as well just enjoy the ride.”
“I’m the Slayer. Kind of need to worry about saving the world, here. We aren’t all free to be lowlife slime, Spike.”
“Funny. Your loss, though. It’s a sweet life not always thinking about what other people might say.”
“Yeah, well, I have responsibilities.”
“Thanks, Giles. I had completely forgotten that you’re the Slayer! Silly me.”
“Lovely attitude problem you have there, Spike. Ever thought of trying a nice, sharp stake to the heart?”
“But then whoever would you talk to on these long, lonely nights of patrol? You’d miss me too much, Slayer.”
“Maybe. But it would be awfully emotionally satisfying.”
“Bite me.”
“Nah. You’d like it too much.”
“See you tomorrow night, Slayer. Light-time coming.”
“I’ll be counting the seconds.”