Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

See? Forthright.
In that case, why won't you sleep with me again?
Right, I'll just be droppin' him down to you, then.
- I want us to spend time. - OK. Good. I love spending time...
You could try getting someone to make the wish for you, I suppose.
- Xander thinks it's you. - The great Xander thinks so.
I get that.
Buffy, stop. No.
Well, let's put it this way. If I wasn't gay before...
Squish, squish, squish. Guys have been running roughshod over you for years.
Yeah. And he was all bumpy, in the right places,
Nope. It felt like a breakfast kind of morning.
- I care if he cares. - Right.
What if he's just pretending?
Right, many dear friends, yeah.
Right, the mad thieving. Good, yes, there's much to do.
You can't exact justice against someone on behalf of yourself, silly.
Uh... Um... Various sounds of hesitation...
OK, if it's not Spike - and I'm not saying I believe him -
- I don't think he could feel any worse. - Let's test that theory.
I know.
- They're getting to the gate. - Yeah, I see it, I see it.
I know there's nothing that I can say or do to make up for what I did.
He would have to be more than just the git he is, Anya.
Three pairs of earrings, a coin purse and a toothbrush.
A pocketful of goldfish. It didn't work out.
- You think? - Please.
I can tell there are more feeds. I'm just having a harder time pinpointing them.
It'll pass. You've returned all the stuff you still had,
I needed to, you know...
The pet store. You didn't take anything from there, did ya?
Right.
I love you.
Too hot.