Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This is Andrew speaking. How can I help you?

You understand nothing about magic. And in case you haven't noticed, our date - it's over.

He indicated you might need our assistance.

Not a book thing.

- (Amy) Her spirit's true... - What if she can't handle this?

We can either repair it or remove it.

- Hey, Willow! - What happened?

OK, wow, this is new.

I kissed you just for a second, but it was enough.

If it is the First, and I'm not saying it is, what are we expecting to find?

Are you just tuning in? Did you not see that?

- (Xander) You're not coming. - What? Why?

They'd dope me up, and everything would be all daffodils and teddy bears.

- What did you make happen? - You were there, bitch! You saw it!

- You think the stuff's still good? - I don't know.

Miss Summers. Agent Finn reported that you tried to contact him earlier today.

(Spike) Oh, God, no.

and puts chips in their brains that keep them from hurting people,

I remember trying to dig up stuff back then,

I'm the one that killed him.

- (Spike) You hear that? - (Buffy) Yep.

you get to relive all the crappy things that you did.

Hostile 17 can't harm any living creature without intense neurological pain.

Were, I mean. Private.

Well, it's not like Giles hasn't touched anything, right?

Can you always tell just by looking at someone?

- Agent Finn, my implant? - The implant works.

A murderous, misogynist man.

My... What was my call?