Ralphie: Randy lay there like a slug…it was his only defense.
Spike: Passions is on! Timmy’s down the bloody well, and if you make me miss it I’ll…
Giles: You’ll do what? Lick me to death?
Sometimes you just had to face it. You had to march right into the ugly middle… Otherwise you ended up against the wall, creeping fearfully around the edge your whole life.