Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What's the matter? Afraid of competition? - It must have been so much work.

You shoulda been here when it was a school.

in that "I wanna shove something wooden through his heart" way.

Why do I even bother to show up?

God, you're just sitting back there thinking that none of this means anything to me.

There was a mem...?

I'm heading to training now. You wanna come with?

I'll do anything!

Yeah. You'll have me up and killing before the night's over.

I'll still have plenty of room for the main course.

And now the government wants to kiss it and make it better.

He's gonna force the doctor to remove the chip from his brain.

- You're sure you got the fix for it? - Yeah. We got a guy. A doctor.

- We should've brought a flashlight. - Ooh! I know!

Back to normal.

I'm trying. But they're piling on the reading and Giles fills any free time with training.

Being a substitute is an extremely difficult job. Besides...

You know what it means that he can't hurt any living thing?

Little performance anxiety, eh, Doc?

OK, is it bigger than a breadbox?

They look pointy enough. They'll do.

What is the...? Who are you?

What are you talking about?

It's not enough for you.

Oh, with ketchup, if you please?

No, too rich for my blood, I'm afraid. No, these are salamander eyes.

I don't know why.

This is my deal, Buffy. Just... back off.

Better keep out of my way, Spike. I'm not gonna take this much longer.

- Poor Riley. - Could he have gone back to his apartment?

You do me right, nothing bad'll happen to you.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

I want you to check animal hospitals, doctors' offices...

I've got this cute government chip in my head.

Someone's Blondie Bear's a 20-question genius!

Me calm down? I'm not the one with a pulse of 150.

- Any word? - They'll be here any minute.

Spike, you're a killer. And I should've done this years ago.

If they're really spying all the time, say something so they'll hear you.