Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, I do beat him up a lot.

I don't believe in science.

I like how you talk to me like I can understand things.

And I kill 'em. Right quick, the whole lot.

not to mention all the tasty townies I can eat.

Buffy, I'm really worried.

Dru... Drusilla?

- What is this? - Oh, don't get your knickers twisted. I was...

Oh, wait. I get it. Our little sex game was just the beginning.

Fewer and further between, but they're still exercising their visitation rights.

DO YOU LIKE THE RAMONES?

and now she and you are working on turning Angel into his own bad self again.

- I don't feel like it. - You can't bloody well stay here.

Still, points for intent. You'd think that would be enough to cut me a sliver of slack.

- What's going on? - Simple.

And he just decided to hang out for a while?

So, I knew the girl was in the coal bin,

Somebody, please! Help me!

- Which question shall I answer first? - I'm at the end of my bleeding tether.

And you should never hurt the feelings of a brutal killer.

- I dunno. He one of the singing gargoyles? - Oh, boy.

It's called revulsion. And whatever you think you're feeling, it's not love.

How do you figure?

Whoever did it only arrived in town last night.

You say you hate it, but you won't leave.

- You stole it. - And you're making it into very hard work.

- Please! Spike, you're a vampire. - Angel was a vampire.

Like you could ever hurt me.