Spike: Read it again.
Dalton: Well, I'm not sure. It could be, uh... deprimere... ille...
bubula... linter.
Spike:Debase, the beef, canoe... Why does that strike me as not
right?
Drusilla: Spike, come dance?
Spike:Give us some peace, would you? Can't you see I'm
working?....Oh, I'm sorry, kitten. It's just this manuscript. Supposed to hold your cure, but
it reads like gibberish. E-even Dalton here, the big brain, he can't make heads or tails of
it.
Drusilla: I... I, I need to change Miss Edith.
Spike: Oh, forgive me! You know I can't stand to see you like
this... We're runnin' out of time. It's that bloody Slayer! Whenever I turn around she's
muckin' up the works.
Drusilla:Shh. Shh. You'll make it right. I know.
Spike: Well. Come on, now. Enlighten me.
Dalton: Uh, well, it looks like Latin, but it's not. I-I'm not even
sure it's, it's a language, actually, I...
Spike: Then MAKE IT A LANGUAGE! Isn't that what a
transcriber does?!
Dalton: Well, not exactly...
Spike: I want the cure.
Drusilla: Don't...
Spike: Why not? Some people find pain very inspirational.
Drusilla: He can't help you. Not without... the key.
Spike: The key? You mean this book is in some kind of code?
Drusilla: Yeah.
Spike: Is that where we'll find this key?
Drusilla: Yeah!
Spike: I'll send the boys, pronto!
Drusilla: Now will you dance?
Spike:I'll dance with you, pet... On the Slayer's grave!
Spike: This is it then?
Drusilla: It hums. I can hear it.
Spike: Once you're well again, we'll have a coronation down
Main Street, and invite everyone, and drink for seven days and seven nights.
Dalton:What about the Slayer? She almost blew the whole thing
for us. She's trouble.
Spike:You don't say?... Trouble?!...She's the gnat in my ear!
The gristle in my teeth! She's the bloody thorn in my BLOODY SIDE!
Drusilla:Spike?
Spike: We gotta do something. We'll never complete your cure
with that bitch breathing down our necks. I need to bring in the big guns. They'll take
care of her once and for all.
Dalton: Big guns?
Spike: The Order of Taraka.
Dalton: The bounty hunters?!
Drusilla: They're coming to my party. Three of them.
Dalton: Uh, yes,but... The Order of Taraka, I mean... isn't that
overkill?
Spike: No, I think it's just enough kill.
Drusilla: He's passing under our feet right now.
Spike: No worries. We're close to decoding the manuscript. We
just need a bit more time.
Drusilla: Time is ours. It brings the Slayer closer to them.
Spike: By George, I think he's got it!The key to your cure,
ducks. The missing bloody link, it was...
Drusilla:...Right, right in front of us... the whole time.
