Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- (ground crumbles) - (yelping)

You're gonna wake up on fire

- You guys think that I'm crazy, don't you? - I don't.

There's scorned women there, making vengeance wishes on their exes.

Was it my sparkling personality?

- All of it lost on 'em. - (rumbling)

That's right. Big bad's back.

I'm sorry, didn't you have a smooch-a-thon with Teen Vampire last Halloween?

I wanted to give you what you deserve.

Anya, this is Ronnie, OK? He wasn't a worm. Worms are like this big.

- That all you got? - For the moment, yes.

My home. I belong here. Always been here.

You know what he is? He's spineless. Yeah, that's it.

Making them understand...

Just a dream. It was just a dream, right?

- Briefly. - Never serious.

See, honey, what I'm driving us towards here is: sometimes, don't you just wish that...

Did you make me weak?

The real headliner's coming, and when that band hits the stage, all of this...

- How? - It's what you wanted, right?

Ball's in your court, Slayer.

- (Spike) Didn't work. - What the hell...

God, please help me.

- It's not something you bounce back from. - Sure it is.

Lack of etiquette. All of it lacking.

You know the feeling you get when your ex constantly ruins your life, and doesn't stop?

- Days gone by, huh? - (Dawn) I thought you hated Sunnydale.

I'll go out that door and you can lock it behind me with any spell you like.

- We've seen things, too, Nancy. - We're gonna take care of this.