Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- now the Hellmouth is getting all perky. - Shouldn't we call the police?
Oh, penis!
And it's not the fact that he cheated, it's the way he cheated, you know?
Forget it.
I'm using you.
Dumb question. Are you injured? Are you hurt?
And him.
- Yes. - No way!
- The taxi's here. - I know.
Wish?
I had a quota. He had it coming. What's the big?
From beneath...
No. No. Too much, too much, too much, too much...
- Whenever you want. - In fairness to Buffy...
Do it somewhere else. I am through with this.
And he'd just show up, even after...
Right. Wrong.
- Help me what? - I was hoping you'd tell me.
We've been through things. The end of the world and back.
I'm not loving Spike.
And I got it.
I can be useful cos, honestly, I've got nothing better to do.
- You... - Shut your mouth!
- It's over. - I've memorised this tune, love.
Nothing I can think of.
Well, you saw me.
But something is coming.
Cos I don't know if I can handle it. And what if I can handle it?
Couldn't hide.
I don't think so. I just...
- what trouble could these kids have? - Guess I'll find out.
I thought we were clear. I didn't think you'd go all narc on me.
Ronnie? He couldn't...
Do you even like me?
At a spanking-new Hellmouth High.
Anya, that thing you created burst through solid pavement and ate her dog.
- Hey, can I freshen up your tea? - No, that's OK. Thanks.