Spike: Nice walk, pet?
Drusilla: I met an old man. I didn’t like him. He got stuck in my teeth. Then the moon started whispering to me all sorta of dreadful things.
Angelus: What did it say?
Spike: Oh, look who’s awake.
[Angelus hits Spike’s head]
Angelus: What did the moon tell you? Did you have a vision? Is something coming?
Drusilla: Oh yeah. Something terrible…pssst, pssst, pssst, pssst.
Angelus: Where?
Drusilla: At the museum, in a tomb, with a surprise inside.
Angelus: You can see all that in your head?
Spike: No, you ninny, she read it in the morning paper.
