Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You'll get paid. I'm no welsher.

Any suggestions on how to get there?

I'm just going to... Yeah.

Ugly, too. A mouthful of choppers waiting to be yanked out and worn as necklaces.

It's OK. I don't know anyone here either.

I am a girl. I'm not sure who I am exactly, but...

Well, now we've recovered from Spike's sartorial humour,

Don't worry. We'll take care of each other.

We need to spend more time with her. Just hang out.

Anyway, what did I call you?

I can't do this. I just... I need to...

Do you think I'm stupid?

Yeah? Who are you?

Then you better close your eyes.

- We have a kid here. - A teenager.

- No, thank you. - Boss, he's gone.

But why now? Now that you know where I've been? What I'm going through?

- That's your plan? - Yes.

Come down and we will fix this in a sensible fashion!

Maybe have weekly dinners over here. Or a book club.

I'm so sorry, dear.

But I just wanted to make things better. Better for us.

All we know is that it was a good place and she was happy there.

Now more than ever.

There are a lot of things I would like, Mr Spike.

- I don't think I drink. - I don't see any booze.

You're not gonna trust that until you're forced to stand alone.

I don't think this is gonna work.

- I think it's pretty. - What d'you got?