Fred: Cavemen win. Of course cavemen win.
Spike: It's bollocks, Angel! It's your brand of bollocks from first to last!Angel: You can't ever see the big picture. You can't see any picture!Spike: I'm talking about something primal, all right? Savagery, brutal animal instinct.Angel: And that wins out every time with you. You know, the human race has evolved, Spike!Spike: Into a bunch of namby-pamby, self-analyzing wankers who could never hope to triumph against--Angel: We're bigger, we're smarter, plus there's such a thing called teamwork, not to mention the superstitious terror of your "pure aggressors"!Spike: You-just-want-it-to-be the way you-want-it-to-be.Angel: IT'S NOT ABOUT WHAT I WANT![Bewildered Wesley enters]Wesley: Sorry. Is this something we should all be discussing?Angel: [pauses] No.Wesley: It just...sounds a little serious.Angel: It was mostly...theoretical...We...Spike: We were just working out... Look, if cavemen and astronauts got into a fight, who would win?Wesley: .....Ah. You've been yelling at each other for forty minutes about this? [Angel and Spike look at the floor]
Wesley: [thinks for a moment] Do the astronauts have weapons?Spike and Angel: No.Spike: Harmony just pulled me out of a very promising poker game down in Accounts Receivable, so this better be good. Oh, and, by the way, all the guys down there agree that astronauts don't stand a chance against cavemen, so don't even start.
Wesley: [thinks for a moment] Do the astronauts have weapons?Spike and Angel: No.Spike: Harmony just pulled me out of a very promising poker game down in Accounts Receivable, so this better be good. Oh, and, by the way, all the guys down there agree that astronauts don't stand a chance against cavemen, so don't even start.