Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Soon he'll be sweating. I'm imagining having sex with him again.

Everyone just assumed the mission was levelled. Instead, they built right over it.

- Who was that? - A... Someone. We need a plan.

It's kill or be killed here. Take your bloody pick.

- I'm OK. - All right. We'll get you some help.

I'd just like to find a non-slayey way to do it.

- Then it's up to us to stop him. - Yes, but after dinner, right?

Is there something out there?

- Thanks. - Well, you know, you should be very pleased.

There are some great spells that work much better with an ear in the mix.

I'm not gonna help you kill him. I'm not on board.

That's why it's appropriate that the groundbreaking

Ow! Bloody hell!

- That's the stuffing. - Oh, God.

- Happy Thanksgiving. - Xander!

So she brutally stabbed herself, dumped the body and then cut off her own ear?

To be on the outside looking in at what I can't...

- What's goin' on? - My friend had a vision. Buffy's in danger.

This danger... Your friend has some ominous vision about Buffy?

You slaughtered my people. Now you kill their spirit.

And the thing is, I like my evil like I like my men: evil. You know?

Well... But this is probably mystical, and it'll all go away as soon as...

Spike had a little trip to the vet, and now he doesn't chase the other puppies any more.

You didn't bring rolls?

Bring me my revenge.

Hey, Gentle Ben! Over here!

Oh, they were fluffy indigenous kittens, till we came along.

For some of that you were channelling your mother?

- I didn't know you felt that way. - What?

See, I don't get all this "leaving for her own good" garbage. Because that's what it is.

..and thus, a symbolic beginning.

We're just assuming someone else cut off the ear.

- Oh. Anya... - You're pasty and wet and disgusting.

Hostile 17 has escaped.