Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

on the very ground that it first stood upon - of the brand-new Sunnydale High!

- Buffy. - Spike.

I can't say sorry. Can't use forgive me.

- I'm gonna make you feel it! - Stop!

I mean, I don't know how it's possible.

Oh, yeah. God, my boyfriend's spineless. He should just...

Girl doesn't wanna be serviced.

- Oh. - Hey, nobody's bragging here.

I'll go find her. You stay with Anya. Get her to reverse that spell.

Ain't we in a sodding engine?

- I killed people, Giles. - I've not forgotten.

(distorted voice) From beneath you... it devours.

- I heard screaming. - That was you.

I mean, we could have talked. I could have handled it.

You're gonna wake up on fire

Wrong manoeuvre. Not hardly helpful.

- Right, bitch. Round and round... - You haven't changed, Spike.

- Understood. - Is your girlfriend always this commanding?

You hear things living here in Sunnydale, but nobody actually believes them.

Bite me, Harris. I have rules to work with.

And it's so big, ugly and damned, it makes you and me look like little bitty puzzle pieces.

I mean, she's a girl, and she's a friend, but she's not my girlfriend.

You tried to rape me.

- Now what do you want? - Easy.

You reversed the spell. It took guts.

- I want more quesadillas. - Before that.

- What if they don't? Should I panic? - You'll be surprised.

Vengeance demon codes of conducts that you'll never understand cos you're all so...

- Aargh! - Aargh!