Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- All of it lost on 'em. - (rumbling)
Ball's in your court, Slayer.
- You guys think that I'm crazy, don't you? - I don't.
I'll go out that door and you can lock it behind me with any spell you like.
I wanted to give you what you deserve.
- It's not something you bounce back from. - Sure it is.
You're gonna wake up on fire
Did you make me weak?
Anya, this is Ronnie, OK? He wasn't a worm. Worms are like this big.
My home. I belong here. Always been here.
You know the feeling you get when your ex constantly ruins your life, and doesn't stop?
There's scorned women there, making vengeance wishes on their exes.
Uh-huh.
Spike.
- Briefly. - Never serious.
- (ground crumbles) - (yelping)
- (Spike) Didn't work. - What the hell...
I'm sorry, didn't you have a smooch-a-thon with Teen Vampire last Halloween?
- That all you got? - For the moment, yes.
(growling)
- Days gone by, huh? - (Dawn) I thought you hated Sunnydale.
- How? - It's what you wanted, right?
Lack of etiquette. All of it lacking.
(squeaking)
Making them understand...
The real headliner's coming, and when that band hits the stage, all of this...
See, honey, what I'm driving us towards here is: sometimes, don't you just wish that...
You know what he is? He's spineless. Yeah, that's it.
Just a dream. It was just a dream, right?
Was it my sparkling personality?
God, please help me.
That's right. Big bad's back.
- We've seen things, too, Nancy. - We're gonna take care of this.