Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And he'd just show up, even after...
But something is coming.
And it's not the fact that he cheated, it's the way he cheated, you know?
- Hey, can I freshen up your tea? - No, that's OK. Thanks.
Nothing I can think of.
I'm using you.
From beneath...
- now the Hellmouth is getting all perky. - Shouldn't we call the police?
Anya, that thing you created burst through solid pavement and ate her dog.
- Yes. - No way!
Forget it.
Dumb question. Are you injured? Are you hurt?
At a spanking-new Hellmouth High.
- Whenever you want. - In fairness to Buffy...
I can be useful cos, honestly, I've got nothing better to do.
Cos I don't know if I can handle it. And what if I can handle it?
Oh, penis!
Do it somewhere else. I am through with this.
- It's over. - I've memorised this tune, love.
And I got it.
Ronnie? He couldn't...
- what trouble could these kids have? - Guess I'll find out.
I'm not loving Spike.
Do you even like me?
- The taxi's here. - I know.
We've been through things. The end of the world and back.
I don't think so. I just...
Well, you saw me.
Right. Wrong.
And him.
- Help me what? - I was hoping you'd tell me.
Wish?
No. No. Too much, too much, too much, too much...
I thought we were clear. I didn't think you'd go all narc on me.
- You... - Shut your mouth!
I had a quota. He had it coming. What's the big?
Couldn't hide.