Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Buffy, are you sure? It might do you good to get away from the Double Meat lifestyle.

- Aim high. - I'm not exactly Gun Girl.

I know how lucky I am right now. I love my work and I love my wife.

Sorry, fresh out of jet packs. Looks like we'll have to share.

And now they're gonna hatch a bunch of baby demon things?

Spike screwed up. You didn't keep 'em frozen, did you... Doctor?

He didn't say anything for a long time, but I could tell.

- Your Arnold Palmer, milady. - Thanks.

You ready for Nepal, Agent?

More like miraculous.

Here. No offence, but this is black ops and you look like a pylon.

So, you seeing anyone new? Someone special?

- Hey, Buffy. - We're here to support you. Bravo.

End of the line?

I always want you.

- You smelled the smell? - Buffy, none of that means anything.

And I'm not here to bust your chops about your stupid scheme either.

And the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that...

Hm. Big wedding coming up, lots of date possibilities,

Sorry the place is such a mess. I haven't had a chance to give it a good clean.

Life taker, heartbreaker.

- It's you. - It's me.

there's no gear. Just be you and me.

If we weren't under time constraints, I'd think about ripping you a new one.

You know what? Let's just call it a night. If it's all the same to you.

Bronze was fun, in a home-by-eleven-ish way. You should've come.

LBJ handing over to Nixon.

These babies really bounce back. Literally.

Cool. I'm guessing Finn needs me about now.

Well, that's bloody funny comin' from you!

We can't track the demon.