Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nobody. I was just keeping myself company.

And you can be.

- I'm like Obi-Wan. - Or Patrick Swayze.

He's got a chunk taken out of his neck but he'll be all right.

So he gets his soul back, he starts seeing spooky things, and he goes extra-extra-crazy.

Window-dressing.

- Your hair's not even black any more. - What're you doing back in town?

- Hey, guys. How's it going? - Pretty good.

Yeah. Last night she was vomiting. This morning she was vomiting more,

Cos it's not worth it if they don't cry.

- Sir? - We'll be paying a visit to the Hellmouth.

I just slaughtered half of Sunnydale. I'm not really worried about being polite any more.

I didn't do it. And he was aiming for Buffy anyway.

(Spike) What'd I do, get it half-done? Never send a boy to do a man's job.

I know what we're up against.

Then you won't mind if we ask a few questions.

Don't rationalise this into some noble act.

Tell your sister not to worry about it. We'll soldier on without her here.

Be easier, wouldn't it, if it were an act.

(snarls and growls)

# How could you use a poor maiden...

It's the Big Bad, Dawn. The one we knew was coming.

That's... very helpful.

I am Willow. I am death.

You're Conan. You're the Destroyer.

I have come to redefine the words "pain and suffering" since I fell in love with you.

Usually, the operative completes his task

I'd like 12 pork chops...

- I think we need to get him some blood. - Do you want me to kill Anya?

You like men who hurt you.