Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I have no idea what you're talking about. - Come on.

You care about it, so it's cool.

So, same model as last time.

- This is a mission? - Oh. Yeah.

Right, of course. Um... What do we do next?

It's frightening, and it's difficult. And then, apparently someone told them

Hey, bad touching!

My mom was all proud like I was making some political statement.

- I really think I'm fine with the handling. - By yourself? Why?

- You wanna do the sleeping arrangements? - OK.

Ah, yes, s'mores. I'm going to end up singing campfire songs aren't I?

An incident involving Aquaman underoos. You want me to start talkin'?

And I... I let her be dead.

- Oh, my God! - Giles never mentioned any of this.

- So you got a plan? - Yeah, gonna get some help reversing it.

I didn't... I didn't mean... What I'm saying... I...

Maybe they'll call back. Maybe they'll send help.

Look, we'll deal. We'll get help.

- Let's not get excited. - It's too late for that. This is what I am.

there was no Giles.

This is better. Believe me, it's safer.

Tell him we're having a problem with Spike's chip.

She was never gone. She was with me.

Fun? She's disappearing.