"Stop Drusilla, you mean." Buffy joined the two vampires and sank into a chair beside them and handed the briefcase to Angel.
"I should have killed Dru a long time ago." Angel's weary voice echoed Spike's earlier thoughts. He stared unseeingly at the briefcase.
"But you didn't. No use cryin' over spilt blood, mate.

Yes, somebody should have instead of just leaving her in limbo "shakes fist at Joss".

In the darkness below, Spike winced at the sound of the damage. "That was no way to treat a lady," he complained. "Cars are just like women. You have to treat 'em right or you'll never get the performance you want out of 'em."

Now that is a very Spike-like statement.