Drusilla: My Angel!
Angel: Hello, Drusilla.
Drusilla: Do you remember the song mummy used to sing me? Pretty.
Angel: I remember.
Drusilla: Yes, you do.
Angel: Drusilla, leave here. I'm offering you that chance. Take Spike and get out.
Drusilla: Or you'll hurt me? ... No. No, you can't. Not anymore.
Angel: If you don't leave it'll go badly. For all of us.