WESLEY: “Worth checking. Nice work. You should tell Angel.”
GUNN: (squirmy) “You can tell him. I ain't goin' in there.”

Cut to:
5 INT. ANGEL'S OFFICE - DAY
Spike and Angel are having a loud, passionate argument.



SPIKE: “It's bollocks, Angel! It's your brand of bollocks from the first to last.”
ANGEL: “No, you can't ever see the big picture. You can't see any picture!”
SPIKE: “I am talking about something primal. Right? Savagery. Brutal animal instinct.”
ANGEL: “And that wins out every time with you.” (in Spike's face) "You know, the human race has evolved, Spike!” (walks away from Spike)
SPIKE: (follows Angel making mocking gestures) “Oh, into a bunch of namby-pamby, self-analyzing wankers who could never hope to—“
ANGEL: “We’re bigger. We're smarter. Plus, there's 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: (yelling) “It's not about what I want!”

~

WESLEY: (walks up to the office door) “Sorry. Is this something we should all be discussing?”
ANGEL: (embarrassed to be caught by Wes, backs away from Spike) “No.”
WESLEY: “It just...sounds a little serious.”
ANGEL: “It was mostly...theoretical. We...”
SPIKE: (calmly) “We were just working out a b—“ (passionate again) “Look, if cavemen and astronauts got into a fight, who would win?” (crosses his arms and looks expectantly at Wes)
WESLEY: “Ah. You've been yelling at each other for 40 minutes about this?” (Angel looks down, Spike stares at Wes, still expecting an answer)(Wes looks pensive, crosses his arms)
“Do the astronauts have weapons?”
ANGEL & SPIKE: (simultaneously) “No.”