Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- How's your arm? - It'll heal. How are you doing?

Where are they, Doctor?

So, you guys do this often?

I'm sleeping with Spike.

Um, do I have your permission? And wanna come along?

No? What kind of answer is that? You haven't heard the question yet.

Oh, for pete's sake. Spike?

And you never have to.

Oh, he wishes. We better regroup.

So you've come for a bit of cold comfort?

We're too late. Finn, how could you recruit the Slayer...

Battle gear. Lightweight Kevlar, state of the art.

I'm starting to have dreams of gardenia bouquets.

Without the laughs. We should have eloped.

I wish things were different. I'm not trying to...

I have never met anyone with enough strength to quit before.

I have to be strong about this.

- You all right? - I'll feel better when we catch it.

Least of your problems now, little girl.

I'm just taking my time, you know?

No reason. I just thought you were busy with the slayage cos of that grass stain.

She's inside waiting for dinner. She's counting on me.

- I was never big on the hardware anyway. - Will you hold on to me?

I should've known. Anticipated. You're working.

No more games? That's all you've ever done, is play me.

I'm sure. But I've seen enough action for one night.

Two teams. No civilians.

- You're awfully chipper tonight. - Can't hide it.