Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's everything I hate.

But I love you. I always will.

I thought that's why you didn't want to meet at the house.

- Warren... - Charge the dampener. Andrew, get her up.

The smooth, silky skin.

The Brekenkrieg Grimoire? Light reading?

But I'm here now, all visible and everything.

I still think I would have gone with the bazoombas, but...

Gentlemen. To crime.

Can you check out the spell? Just see if there's something that...

- Andrew? - What?

I didn't come back wrong?

I see sitting where there should be dancing.

we'll take care of her.

- What is wrong with you? - I wanted us to be together.

- Just something I'm tryin'. - Hey. Sorry I'm late.

Why do I keep letting him in?

Mad Dog Three to Mad Dog One.

Probably just enough to confuse the sensors, or whatever, in Spike's chip.

- This isn't gonna work. - Are you gonna leave me?

We're teaching Dawn synchronised dance steps for the wedding reception.

What is this to you, this thing we have?

This sucks. Couldn't we have at least gotten a lair with a view?

We're your arch Nemesises.

I love you, too, baby. Get on your knees.

Is there anything that you can summon,

Sorry, love. Can't let you do that.