Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Just something that'll start us talking.

I think we can safely assume they're human. So, no research needed.

I've forgotten my manners in all the concussion. I'm Riley.

Call in a standard triangle flanking manoeuvre. We're goin' in.

I know, sugar, but you're forgetting one other thing I did.

- Retinal scan accepted. - I like her. I'm on your side here.

I figured it was.

- Spike, is that really you? - It's me, baby.

who's acting all Joe Regular by day and then turns all demon-hunter by night?

- Really? That work out for ya? - Don't know yet.

Hello, gorgeous.

- Excellent! What do you think of her? - I never really thought about it.

- How's Will dealin'... - With the black hole of despair since Oz left?

- But... - It is. To you.

- We'll bag it. - Yes, you will.

Then talk. Keep eye contact. Funny is good, but don't be glib.

Well I'm not saying it's the key to her heart but Buffy, she likes cheese.

I don't understand.

It's not my job to coddle my students.

She likes cheese.

- And that's when they do the experiments. - And "they" are?

Well, you came looking for Buffy, then settled.

- I like her. - Really?

I thought she might be able to help me on a project.

Parker's problem with intimacy turns out to be that he can't get enough of it.