Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Not the time. Not hardly ready.

I'm just gonna have a look around. Get to know the place.

You're the Slayer. Connected to the visions. Long line of worthies, right?

- Instead, you go all Dumbledore on me. - Do you want to be punished?

Can we rest now?

Last week, living in the school basement...

I doubt we'll see each other, assuming I half understand my fuzzy job description.

Anya has a way of making things happen.

You're coming to school with me. You'll be, like, there the whole time.

- Think this here's our spot? - How'd you guess?

Now is not the time.

Bit worse for lack of use.

- When did you become people's champion? - I didn't.

- Do not start by saying you're sorry. - I didn't come here to atone.

- Tell me you want me. - I always want you.

Or maybe you enjoyed my work at the Double Meat Palace?

- I still haven't finished college. - I know.

You're not the one who needs help. He's going into shock.

And I'm really pushy, so that works out well, then.

- I tried to find it, of course. - Find what?

And I wish you were never born!

Yes, and my fear's a big, obnoxious blabbermouth.

Yeah. Hey, bring the wife and kiddies. Come see the show.

- (Spike) No, no, no, no, no, no. - (squeaking)

It's your lucky night. Considering your dog just got all ate up and stuff.

Right you are, love. I haven't changed. Not a lick.

- I don't have the words. - Neither do I.

Oh, sure. Why not? A monster trying to kill me.

- (Xander) Always is. - You've changed.

And what if I give up all this control stuff and I go all veiny and homicidal again?

- I believe you. - Well, that's something.

Why don't I stay? Not forever. Just long enough to...

OK. I guess I'd better...

- Not your fault. - Hold the torch, would you?