Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can do without the laugh track, Dru.

- Oh, great. - What about me, Spike?

Gee, maybe it's time you found a new place to patronise.

And did you? Let him live?

- Feelings develop. - No! No.

- Buffy thinks so too. - She does?

Hanging out with Spike is not cool, Dawn. OK?

- What does that mean? - Spike's totally into you.

- What the heck is this? - Oh, bloody hell.

How upset can you get over one of Spike's fevered daydreams that's not gonna happen?

Come back with me.

"You better be good, kiddies, or else they might wire you up someday!"

What, that chip in your head? That's not change.

You're the dog, who needs to be put...

So, what else does Buffy say about me?

Doesn't seem to me it matters very much how you start out.

- I'm going. - Oh, come on, we need to talk...

It's searing. It's blinding.

- Yeah? - Forget it.

"Unconfirmed reports of severe trauma to the throats of one or more of the victims."

Well, I'm relieved that you're home.

- Ben! Hey! - Buffy, hi.

Don't get us all laughing again, Joyce. Anyhow, I really need to talk to your eldest.

Poor Will. Still getting those headaches?

I knew you loved the Slayer. The pixies in my head whispered it to me...

My sister told me what happened at the hospital before I got there.

That's just holding you back. You're like a serial killer in prison!