Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I want more quesadillas. - Before that.
You're gonna wake up on fire
Ain't we in a sodding engine?
And it's so big, ugly and damned, it makes you and me look like little bitty puzzle pieces.
I mean, we could have talked. I could have handled it.
You hear things living here in Sunnydale, but nobody actually believes them.
Why?
I mean, I don't know how it's possible.
- Aargh! - Aargh!
- Oh. - Hey, nobody's bragging here.
I can't say sorry. Can't use forgive me.
- Understood. - Is your girlfriend always this commanding?
- Buffy. - Spike.
- I heard screaming. - That was you.
- Now what do you want? - Easy.
Vengeance demon codes of conducts that you'll never understand cos you're all so...
You reversed the spell. It took guts.
on the very ground that it first stood upon - of the brand-new Sunnydale High!
Bite me, Harris. I have rules to work with.
- Right, bitch. Round and round... - You haven't changed, Spike.
Oh, yeah. God, my boyfriend's spineless. He should just...
Wrong manoeuvre. Not hardly helpful.
Arghh!
Girl doesn't wanna be serviced.
I mean, she's a girl, and she's a friend, but she's not my girlfriend.
- I'm gonna make you feel it! - Stop!
You tried to rape me.
- What if they don't? Should I panic? - You'll be surprised.
Look, this...
(distorted voice) From beneath you... it devours.
- I killed people, Giles. - I've not forgotten.
I'll go find her. You stay with Anya. Get her to reverse that spell.