Vicious: When angels are forced out of heaven, they become devils. You agree, don’t you Spike?
Spike: I’m just watching a bad dream I never wake up from.
Vicious: I’ll wake you up right now.
Spike: What's your rush Vicious, after all, it's been a long time.
Vicious: *hmhm* Are you pleading for your life?
Spike: Hardly, begging doesn't work on you, remember? Even if it's coming from the man who took you in and made you what you are.
Vicious: He was a beast who lost his fangs; that's why he had to die Spike. And that's why you have to die...
Vicious: You should see yourself. Do you have any idea what you look like right at this moment, Spike?
Spike: What?
Vicious: A ravenous beast. The same blood runs through both of us. The blood of a beast who wanders, hunting for the blood of others.
Spike: I've bled all that kind of blood away.
Vicious: THEN WHY ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?!

See you next time Space Cowboy.