Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You wanna run, don't you? Scamper off and cry to your new little trollop.

- It doesn't look like anything's broken. - Did you use a magic x-ray?

That's the rub, isn't it? You didn't sign up for it and somehow it's my fault.

You'll never age another day.

I'm still your teacher, Buffy.

That's what we're here to find out.

Something needs to be done.

I wanna kill the monster who took my mother away from me.

Who's my dark little prince?

Well, that doesn't change anything.

New York-based watcher. Resigned shortly after his slayer was...

Spike killed your mother.

You see, unlike you, I had a mother who loved me back.

You needn't have worried, Mother.

Don't really want the dance to end so soon, do you... Nikki?

Spike's a liability, Buffy.

An animal like you never cared for anyone but yourself.

- Look at you. - Mm, yes. All better.

- I've killed a lot of people's mothers. - Yeah.

I wonder, though. This Cecily of whom you write so often...

So we didn't stop it, then?

# "Oh, never leave me"

You finally got your wish, didn't you? Sank your teeth into me. An eternal kiss.

It's true, Mother.

We'll ravage this city together, my pet. Lay waste to all of Europe.

A captive audience for your witless prattle.

How do I know if this bug-ugly's doing its...

I have a mission.

You wanted your hands on me.

# "How could you use a poor maiden so?"

I told you my concerns when you recklessly chose to remove the chip from his head.

- She knew what she was signing up for. - I didn't sign up for it.