[Counting on his fingers] "Sodding, blimey, shagging, knickers, bollocks. Oh, God. I'm English."- Spike
"Welcome to the nancy tribe."- GIles
"You don't suppose you and I... we're not related, are we?"- Spike
"There is a ruggedly handsome resemblance."- Anya
"A-And you do inspire a, um, particular feeling of familiarity and... disappointment. Older brother?"- Giles
[snorts; with certainty] "Father. Oh, God, how I must hate you."- Spike
[Surprised] "What did *I* do?"- Giles