Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Xander could be injured or trapped or eaten up.

The shop assistants are rude, and everything in the food court is sticky.

so you're gonna have to get 'em trapped someplace.

You're the First, and you're trying to get me to shoot innocent girls, but I won't do it.

But we muddled through and, as I suspected, ice cream is a universal language.

Your feelings for him are colouring your judgment. I can hear it in your voice.

- It's kinda rough if you're not used to it... - It's hot cocoa.

That sounds nice.

Cos you've been coming up in the world. Taking the demons out.

You think you could squirm free?

His slut didn't eat him up. Besides, I thought you were all angry at him.

I can't believe Buffy hasn't brought him home yet. His slut ate him up.

Well, check it out after I tell you. Check the timing.

This proves my point. This time is crucial.

So many dead girls.

- Oh, it's from Xander. It's one of our signals. - Signals?

Hey, Xand. I'm here.

When Spike had that chip, it was like having him in a muzzle. It was wrong.

Confidentially, a lot of her people are murderers - Anya and Willow and Spike.

Maybe I'm getting promoted for doing such a good job.

- Buffy got a date! - No, I did.

Well, then... I'd like to take you out to dinner, if that's all right with you.

Yeah, sure. You're a frisky vixen.

Oh, my God! Mm.

I still remember her, but it's a little... fuzzy.