Ash: So, Buffy has an over-reaching plot and a weekly plot, right?
Ace: Very perceptive, honey.
Ash: A season plot and an episode plot, you might say. And no other plots at all?
Ace: Sadly, no. Not for the past few seasons.
Ash: Can I go read my magazine -- hey, what's that? You're reading my Linux Journal. Double hypocrite. You said I couldn't and you always rag on how dull it is.
Ace: Not duller than this, baby. Not duller than this.
"And now everybody's in here-uh. Tawking." I think Spike must have some scenery stuck between his teeth because he's having a terrible time enunciating and sticking with an accent. "Everything I did. Everyone I and him and it...the other the thing. Beneath you. It's here too." So is the thing "beneath her" the Spike entity, as she told him in "Fool for Love," or is it the morphing basement entity? Apparently the whole big rowdy party in his head agrees on one thing -- that he should go to Hell. Buffy looks horrified, appalled, something. She wants to know why Spike did this. Um, he already told you that, Buffster. Try to stay awake, okay? If I have to, you have to. "Buffy, shame on you," Spike says, "Why does a man do what he mustn't? To be hers. To be the kind of man who would never " He catches sight of the cross on the altar and warbles, "And she shall look on him with forgiveness. And everybody will forgive and love. And he will be loved." Spike hugs the cross, leaning against it. Smoke begins to curdle upwards. "Can we rest now? Buffy, can we rest?" Two little tears run down Buffy's face. Maybe Spike can wipe them away with his plastic soul. And we fade to black as Spike has finally chewed through all possible scenery. Even those vamp incisors were no match for that metal cross.