Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Anya, no! - Stop it!

but I've always been a bit of a sucker for the old classics.

and either blows his head off or steals a submarine.

You don't understand. When I left the room, I heard you talking to...

- Just like that? - No, not just like that. There was a price.

A soul's not all about moonbeams and penny whistles, love.

- So the basement was filled with bodies? - Apparently.

- You'll get nothin' out of me, carpenter. - We'll see about that.

She's a vengeance demon, you know.

They brainwash operatives and condition them with a specific trigger, like a song,

This isn't some demon. It's all the same thing.

- Are you OK? - Fine.

we've all been a little on edge lately.

Her exact words were "I've got stuff coming out of both ends."

Don't go soft on me now. We're right in the trench, and the exhaust port's in sight.

Your blood will boil. You will know true suffering.

I can suspend you and report this little incident on your permanent record.

Sorry about that. She shouldn't have hit you.

Pain and suffering... of sorts.

And we need to find Rupert Giles.

- Dear God, I thought you... - Gather them.