su_herald | Saturday October 6 2012 (Reply)

GILES: Hello, Ethan.
Ethan: Hello, Ripper.
Ethan: What? No hug? Aren't you pleased to see your old mate, Rupert?
GILES: I'm just surprised I didn't guess it was you. This Halloween stunt stinks of Ethan Rayn
Ethan: Yes, it does, doesn't it? Don't wish to blow my own trumpet, but it's genius. The very embodiment of 'be careful what you wish for'.
GILES: It's sick, brutal, and it harms the innocent.
Ethan: Oh, and we all know that you are the champion of innocents and all things pure and good, Rupert. It's quite a little act you've got going here, old man.
GILES: It's no act. It's who I am.
Ethan: Who you are? The Watcher, sniveling, tweed-clad guardian of the Slayer and her kin? I think not. I know who you are, Rupert, and I know what you're capable of. But they don't, do they? They have no idea where you come from.
GILES: Break the spell, Ethan. Then leave this place and never come back.
Ethan: Why should I? What's in the bargain for me?
GILES: You get to live.
Ethan: Oh, Rupert, you're scaring me.
(punches him; later, when Ethan is beat up:)
Ethan: And you said the Ripper was long gone.
GILES: Tell me how to stop the spell.
Ethan: Say 'pretty please'.
(Giles kicks him hard)
GILES: Now, tell me how to stop the spell.
Ethan: Janus. Break its statue.