Angel: Congratulations. I guess that makes you one of us.
Spike: Don't be so glum, mate! The way you tell it, one Slayer snuffs it, another one rises. I figure there's a new Chosen One getting all chosen as we speak. I'll tell you what. When and if this new bird does show up, I'll give you first crack at her.
Drusilla: I smell fear.
Angel: This whole place reeks of it.