Spike (watching, from a distance, a conversation between Angel and a woman
he just rescued):
Woman: How can I thank you, you mysterious 'black clad hunk of a knight
Angel: No need little lady. Your tears of gratitude are enough for me. You
see, I was once a bad-ass vampire. But love, and a pesky curse,
defanged me. And now, I'm just a *big* fluffy puppy with bad teeth.
No! Not the hair! Never the hair.
Woman: But there must be some way I can show my appreciation.
Angel: No, helping those in need's my job. And working up a load of sexual
tension and prancing away like a magnificent poof is truly thanks enough.
Woman: I understand. I have a nephew who's gay, so...
Angel: Say no more. Evil's still afoot. And I'm almost out of that Nancy-boy
hair gel I like so much. Quickly! To the Angel-mobile! Away!