Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- When did you become people's champion? - I didn't.
OK. I guess I'd better...
- Think this here's our spot? - How'd you guess?
Now is not the time.
- Instead, you go all Dumbledore on me. - Do you want to be punished?
Last week, living in the school basement...
Why don't I stay? Not forever. Just long enough to...
- I believe you. - Well, that's something.
- I still haven't finished college. - I know.
Urgh! Argh!
It's your lucky night. Considering your dog just got all ate up and stuff.
And I'm really pushy, so that works out well, then.
- (Spike) No, no, no, no, no, no. - (squeaking)
You're coming to school with me. You'll be, like, there the whole time.
- Do not start by saying you're sorry. - I didn't come here to atone.
You're not the one who needs help. He's going into shock.
I'm just gonna have a look around. Get to know the place.
And I wish you were never born!
Can we rest now?
Not the time. Not hardly ready.
Bit worse for lack of use.
Right you are, love. I haven't changed. Not a lick.
Anya has a way of making things happen.
Or maybe you enjoyed my work at the Double Meat Palace?
- I tried to find it, of course. - Find what?
- I don't have the words. - Neither do I.
- Tell me you want me. - I always want you.
Yeah. Hey, bring the wife and kiddies. Come see the show.
You're the Slayer. Connected to the visions. Long line of worthies, right?
I doubt we'll see each other, assuming I half understand my fuzzy job description.
Oh, sure. Why not? A monster trying to kill me.
- Not your fault. - Hold the torch, would you?
Yes, and my fear's a big, obnoxious blabbermouth.
(rumbling)
- (Xander) Always is. - You've changed.
And what if I give up all this control stuff and I go all veiny and homicidal again?