Spike: "God, you know why I really hate you, Summers?"
Faith as Buffy: "'Cause I could do anything I want and instead I just pout and whine and feel the burden of slayerness? 'Cause I'm a stuck-up tight-ass with no sense of fun?"
Spike: "Well... yeah. That... covers a lot of it."
Faith as Buffy: "I mean, I could be rich. I could be famous. I could have anything. Anyone. Even you, Spike.
I could ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. I've got muscles you've never even dreamed of. I could squeeze you until you popped like warm champagne and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit more.
And you know why I don't? Because it's wrong."
Spike: "I get this chip out, you and me are gonna have a confrontation."
Faith as Buffy: "Count on it."