Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There is nothing to work out. What you did was sick.
What happens now?
I mean, it's OK for you to be here if you have things that you have to be here for.
But you like what I do to you.
And a slight tingly scalp.
Willow's fine. She's been doing really well.
And, Buffy, it's OK if you don't.
- Stay calm. - Tell that to your girlfriend.
Bloody hell. What'd you do that for?
No, I wouldn't...
- Previously: - We screwed it up.
We really got away with murder.
Is that what you used on me? Oh, my God. First the skankbot and now this?
Spike. What's happening?
I'm home. Who wants to help scrape the grease off my...
- She's dead. - It was an accident.
What's OK about that?
Well, if you want, I can...
- Crime tastes funny. - Wow.
Well, I said that there was nothing wrong with you, but you are different.
It's all right, love.
Look at her, men.
I thought I was Mad Dog Two.
It was Warren. He knew Katrina. He had something to do with it, I know it.
- Things have changed. - I'm disgusted with myself.
We're thinking of heading to the Bronze later. Wanna come? Get all unwindy?
The shape of her lips.
Her neck, it just...
So that's it. These things just made you think you killed her.
Stop whining. Get your sissy crap out of the way.
But it's better now. It really is.
Charge the cerebral dampener.
Cos there's this last thread of dignity I've been desperately clinging to.
There is nothing good or clean in you.
I thought I was pretty clear I never wanted that to happen again.
Initiating contact.
I feel different.
I'm gonna get you home, and you're gonna crawl in your warm bed and stay there.