Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I know. But... - So, yeah. I go and pass the time.

That must've been a picnic.

- No, no, no. You're not going out. - I have to go.

- What are you talking about? - I don't know.

This guy your boyfriend or something?

- What the hell happened? It looks like... - Hell happened? Yeah.

But the soul, I got on my own.

- Oh, is that what this is? Right. - What?

You only think Spike is turning people cos that vampire told you so, right?

Cool as Cool Whip. What's up with that?

what kind of name is Spike?

It's all right. I understand. I'll take care...

So you go looking for drunk co-eds cos you're hungry for conversation?

(Buffy) You didn't see him down there. He really didn't know what he'd done.

Better be, cos if I get vamped, I'm gonna bite your ass.

Spike can't be doing this. He couldn't if he wanted to.

It's the big bad, Dawn. The one we knew was coming.

Nothing. Look, we don't actually know that he's killed anyone. You know, lately.

- It wasn't a real vamp. - Dusted real enough.

Look, this guy, this not-your-boyfriend guy.

Don't make me remember.

It's not like I'm snooping around for proof that you're some whacked-out serial killer.

I've killed, and I can feel them.

He's different. He's changed.

- He's out. At least he was when I got home. - Any idea where he went?

Well, this can't be good - you here at this hour.

Something like what was talking to us?

I'm not keeping him around just to help him.

So maybe it was another one. A fake out. You got one too.

(Spike hums "Early One Morning")

So it's true. What that vampire told Buffy turned out to be true.