Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can't take you in a fight or anything, even with a chip in your head.

Made me see things, do things.

No manners is the problem.

Please, outside of drugs and violence and unwanted pregnancy, and...

I still can't believe that all this is happening.

Begging now! Make it stop!

- You wished your ex was a worm? - We were just talking.

Yeah, sure, the spell part. What about me? I'm in enough trouble as it is.

- But you and Spike... - Had a thing.

Nothing else. Not a spark. Oh, fine.

We'll sort of feel our way around.

That would make me fit. Because you didn't want...

- I guess I was wondering why I... - Have this job?

Try to be very specific. What exactly are you afraid of?

- Run! - Aargh!

You understand you cannot talk to me, or hang out with my friends, right?

Feed on flesh. My flesh.

They need to feel like there's someone around here who actually understands them.

Are you saying this was my fault?

Please! I've already forgotten about our time together.

And she shall look on him with forgiveness,