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

I'm still your teacher, Buffy.

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

Well, that doesn't change anything.

You'll never age another day.

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

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

You needn't have worried, Mother.

# "Oh, never leave me"

Spike's a liability, Buffy.

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

Spike killed your mother.

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

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

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

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

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

Who's my dark little prince?

So we didn't stop it, then?

Something needs to be done.

You wanted your hands on me.

I have a mission.

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

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?

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

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

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

It's true, Mother.

A captive audience for your witless prattle.

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

An animal like you never cared for anyone but yourself.