Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's a pleasure.
But what does it mean?
Yeah, since then.
What I bring to the zombie apocalypse team:
- No, she's not. - You're gonna let her talk to you like that?
Except maybe Spike.
I can't read this.
Redi!
- Huh! - Chamber your energy.
- You've been in Sunnydale, what...? - Years.
Now she's just Chloe's body.
The soul, the changes. It's what you wanted.
- With the magics? - Oh! Yeah.
Well, since now.
I provide much-needed... sarcasm.
- Where you going? - Got a job.
- What is it? - An emergency kit.
Dawn, get a knife. I'm cutting her down.
What do you want from me, Jonathan slash the First?
- Something about darkness. - What about darkness?
I don't know.
That's it. The First hates puppets.
They're worse than the French. Anything else?
What are you gonna do?
- D'Hoffryn says you die. - Of course he does.
Of course, once you're down there, I could join you.
- You're not Chloe. - Neither is she any more.
- OK. So far, so creepy. - Hm. OK.
- What's "TTFN"? - It's "ta-ta for now."
Is getting thrown through the ceiling what he does best?
Do you know ancient Sumerians did not speak English?
Recruits are... recruited.
Chloe?
"See for yourself, but only if you'll make the exchange."