Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If I were to stop saving his life, it would simple things up so much.
- Prerogative. - Whatever, Joan.
Don't get all prim and proper on me.
- They're gonna use the spikes to... - To slay someone? A female someone.
But I just wanna help people.
True. But my intuition says that you're not so much the magic guy
We're in a relationship. We are supposed to decide together.
I'm Anya! This key fits this lock.
I'm not sure what I am, so bear with me. "Now I lay me down to sleep... "
our memory loss, and all that.
Me, too. Hate suffering. Had about as much of it as I can take.
I don't need magic. I don't. I...
Me, too. Hey, maybe we're study buddies.
"Himble abri. Abri voyon. "
- Who do those jerks think they are? - Bloodsuckers. They kill by sucking blood.
Time time...what turns kittens into cats
Then what? This isn't something that's gonna be fixed by a video club.
no memory, hiding in a pipe from a vampire.
Vocal-cord-wise? Yes. With each other? No.
You can be here and I can still be strong.
No wonder I'm leaving you.
It's me. "Alexander Harris. "
Tabula rasa. Tabula rasa. Tabula rasa.
And, of course, the 40 Siamese that you owe me.
How can you say...?
Have you spoken to Dawn about that incident at Hallowe'en?
Yes, yes. I'm sure that's right.
Me?
What do you want me to do? Keep my mouth shut?
So
- Ready, Joan. - Son?
Including me.
So, you go via the sewers to the hospital. Randy and I'll give the monsters a fight.
Look. A one-way ticket to London and out of this engagement.
Are you saying you're gonna leave me?