Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Everyone knows you. You play by your own rules.

- Oh, God. - Buffy, this thing knows us.

Last time we were here, 33.3 bar per cent of us were flayed alive.

She's OK. Is this it? I thought there was more of 'em.

Visuals and tacticals.

I need to find him as soon as possible. He's not answering any of his numbers.

You could talk, or I could keep hitting you. Believe me, I'd love to keep hitting you.

Do you have any idea how hard it's been to act this cool?

You need the pain we cause you.

Ever since Mr Giles pulled up his stake in Sunnydale,

Different like William-the-Bloody-type different?

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

No, you were great! I wasn't sure if I should slap him,

Buffy, he's been feeding... on human blood. That's gotta do stuff.

I don't hate like that.

eight quarts of pig's blood, three steaks, um...

And the losing time? How long has that been going on?

halibut, and uh...

I suppose if you feel the matter's urgent, we can look into it.

Don't send me to an eternal pain dimension.

It's about self-loathing

- I'd appreciate it. Thank you. - Not at all. Good day.

I am bad. I'm bad, I'm evil, but I'm protected by powerful forces.

He's in pretty bad shape, past the point where he can tell me anything.