Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Right.
- You think? - Please.
- They're getting to the gate. - Yeah, I see it, I see it.
Too hot.
Right, the mad thieving. Good, yes, there's much to do.
Right, many dear friends, yeah.
Buffy, stop. No.
It'll pass. You've returned all the stuff you still had,
I get that.
I love you.
The pet store. You didn't take anything from there, did ya?
- I don't think he could feel any worse. - Let's test that theory.
He would have to be more than just the git he is, Anya.
- I want us to spend time. - OK. Good. I love spending time...
Nope. It felt like a breakfast kind of morning.
Well, let's put it this way. If I wasn't gay before...
You can't exact justice against someone on behalf of yourself, silly.
In that case, why won't you sleep with me again?
What if he's just pretending?
Three pairs of earrings, a coin purse and a toothbrush.
See? Forthright.
Uh... Um... Various sounds of hesitation...
- Xander thinks it's you. - The great Xander thinks so.
A pocketful of goldfish. It didn't work out.
I needed to, you know...
- I care if he cares. - Right.
Squish, squish, squish. Guys have been running roughshod over you for years.
OK, if it's not Spike - and I'm not saying I believe him -
Yeah. And he was all bumpy, in the right places,
Right, I'll just be droppin' him down to you, then.
You could try getting someone to make the wish for you, I suppose.
I know there's nothing that I can say or do to make up for what I did.
I know.
I can tell there are more feeds. I'm just having a harder time pinpointing them.