Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I guess I slipped and cut my neck on...
- What do you do, Angel? - He's a student.
Who's that?
You tell me. You're the mystery guy that appears out of nowhere.
I know.
I know you're there. And I know what you are.
She lives very much in the now.
So do I.
Maybe not. But I think it's a start.
- Do you? I'm just an animal, right? - You're not an animal.
Come on, Angel. Just say yes.
Let's take a breath and look at this calmly and objectively.
Then I'm going home for some major moping.
He comes to America, shuns other vampires and lives alone.
- I'm not gonna be fighting Friar Tuck. - You never know who you will be fighting.
For us to have a conversation about a guy, there'd have to be a guy to talk about.
I once drank a gallon of Gatorade without taking a breath.
Come on, Buffy.
You and I both know what you hunger for, what you need.
He spent the night? In your room? In your bed?
That fantasy part has nothing to do with you.
and to care.
That's good.
I know. Me, too.
- You don't think I came alone, do you? - I know I didn't.
Angel.
We'll see about that. En garde!
Of course sometimes a little is enough.
It's late, I'm tired and I don't wanna play games. Show yourself.
I just feel better with you safe and sound inside. You must be beat.