Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Cos what's more real? A sick girl in an institution...

Some kind of gross, waxy demon thing poked me.

I'm afraid we lost her.

Oh, come on, that's ridiculous!

Either way, you'd be better off for it, but you're too twisted for that.

For coffee, food, kisses and gay love?

Are you saying that Buffy could be like she was before any of this happened?

Buffy, please, listen to me. That asylum and those people, they're not real!

great pelting showers of rice and so forth.

The Slayer, right, but that's only one level.

We've all been kinda slummin'.

There were doctors and nurses and other patients.

- Here, let's get her back to my crypt. - Spike, just go, OK?

I can make you some food, something big with energy, help you clear your noggin.

You're going downstairs with the others. It's the only way I can get healthy.

- Coming apart. - What's coming apart?

I stopped talking about it, and they let me go.

How come you're all home, hearth and DSL?

I've been having these flashes. Hallucinations, I guess.

- Sunnydale. - No, none of that's real, none of it.

Get it? I... Never mind.

And ever since, I've had this painful hole inside.

Do you remember?

I mean, they're probably just friends.