"You sing the sweetest little song. Won't you sing for me, hmm? Don't you love me anymore?"- Drusilla
[the image pulls back to Drusilla talking to a little canary lying dead in a birdcage]
"Darling, I heard a funny thing just now. Lucius tells me that you went out on the hunt the other night."- Spike
"My tummy was growly, and you were out."- Drusilla
[to the bird]
"Come on."- Drusilla
[whistles]
"I'll pout if you don't sing."- Drusilla
"You, um, meet anyone? Anyone interesting, like Angel?"- Spike
"Angel."- Drusilla
"Yeah. So what might you guys have talked about, then? Old times, childhood pranks? It's a little off, you two so friendly, him being the enemy, and all that."- Spike

[still to the bird] "I'll give you a seed if you sing."- Drusilla
"The bird's dead, Dru. You left it in a cage, and you didn't feed it, and now it's all dead, just like the last one."- Spike
[Drusilla cowers and whines] "