Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hanging out with Spike is not cool, Dawn. OK?

- Yeah? - Forget it.

What, that chip in your head? That's not change.

- What does that mean? - Spike's totally into you.

I can do without the laugh track, Dru.

You're the dog, who needs to be put...

- I'm going. - Oh, come on, we need to talk...

"You better be good, kiddies, or else they might wire you up someday!"

My sister told me what happened at the hospital before I got there.

Poor Will. Still getting those headaches?

I knew you loved the Slayer. The pixies in my head whispered it to me...

- What the heck is this? - Oh, bloody hell.

How upset can you get over one of Spike's fevered daydreams that's not gonna happen?

That's just holding you back. You're like a serial killer in prison!

- Ben! Hey! - Buffy, hi.

Doesn't seem to me it matters very much how you start out.

So, what else does Buffy say about me?

Well, I'm relieved that you're home.

And did you? Let him live?

- Feelings develop. - No! No.

It's searing. It's blinding.

- Buffy thinks so too. - She does?

Don't get us all laughing again, Joyce. Anyhow, I really need to talk to your eldest.

"Unconfirmed reports of severe trauma to the throats of one or more of the victims."

Gee, maybe it's time you found a new place to patronise.

- Oh, great. - What about me, Spike?

Come back with me.