Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You say you hate it, but you won't leave.

And he just decided to hang out for a while?

Still, points for intent. You'd think that would be enough to cut me a sliver of slack.

- I dunno. He one of the singing gargoyles? - Oh, boy.

- I don't feel like it. - You can't bloody well stay here.

- Please! Spike, you're a vampire. - Angel was a vampire.

- What's going on? - Simple.

DO YOU LIKE THE RAMONES?

And I kill 'em. Right quick, the whole lot.

Somebody, please! Help me!

Dru... Drusilla?

I like how you talk to me like I can understand things.

And you should never hurt the feelings of a brutal killer.

How do you figure?

and now she and you are working on turning Angel into his own bad self again.

So, I knew the girl was in the coal bin,

Well, I do beat him up a lot.

It's called revulsion. And whatever you think you're feeling, it's not love.

Like you could ever hurt me.

Fewer and further between, but they're still exercising their visitation rights.

Whoever did it only arrived in town last night.

Oh, wait. I get it. Our little sex game was just the beginning.

- What is this? - Oh, don't get your knickers twisted. I was...

not to mention all the tasty townies I can eat.

- Which question shall I answer first? - I'm at the end of my bleeding tether.

Buffy, I'm really worried.

- You stole it. - And you're making it into very hard work.

I don't believe in science.