Spike: (turns to leave) Yeah. Here's the
thing. Could use a little walkin'-around money. How 'bout a few hundred?
Angel: How 'bout no?
Spike: Typical, you cheap sod. Right, then. Settle for some wheels.
Angel: If it's gonna get you out of here faster, fine. Just not the Viper.
Spike: Viper it is, then.