Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Get Riley there. If you don't... - I'll get him there.

Riley, I need you.

We're just gonna have to rise above our petty differences...

Make him stay there. I've got knitting needles he can borrow.

- Would it keep you out of my way? - She's right.

But she doesn't love me.

- Robespierre? You're kidding me, right? - I'm just getting it going.

Riley's sick with some Initiative thing and he's missing.

I've been busy cleaning up your mess.

And besides, isn't this better than using a flashlight like some kind of doofus?

- You do it. - I'd love to.

Please be quiet.

Listen, Spike... I'm desperate.

and the second I have something to say no one will listen.

- Charlotte Corday wasn't a martyr either... - Buffy...

I guess you are at that. What with the Slayer on your tail and all.

What about a crossword? Some people say feed a cold. I say puzzle it.

I'm too grossed out to hear anything you have to say. Go home.

and then the next thing you know he's killing Girondins like it's going out of style.

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to have me a little snack.

- You should do it. - Not me.

Desperate, are you?

Hey. I'm just saying, if it's really that important to you, I think I'll get half now.

Seems only fair since we vamps can't enter your flat without...

Anything? Will you?

I'll talk to you later.

Thank God. I was freaking out.

- Sounds more like Big Sister. - There has to be a way.

Hyperadrenal overload and stuff that sounds worse.

Oh, don't worry. I won't fill up on the bread.

Take me out of a world that has you in it.