Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Buffy, he's been feeding... on human blood. That's gotta do stuff.

No, you were great! I wasn't sure if I should slap him,

You need the pain we cause you.

Everyone knows you. You play by your own rules.

I am bad. I'm bad, I'm evil, but I'm protected by powerful forces.

- Oh, God. - Buffy, this thing knows us.

Different like William-the-Bloody-type different?

Visuals and tacticals.

Last time we were here, 33.3 bar per cent of us were flayed alive.

And it's so big, ugly and damned, it makes you and me look like little bitty puzzle pieces.

eight quarts of pig's blood, three steaks, um...

- I'd appreciate it. Thank you. - Not at all. Good day.

I suppose if you feel the matter's urgent, we can look into it.

halibut, and uh...

You could talk, or I could keep hitting you. Believe me, I'd love to keep hitting you.

Do you have any idea how hard it's been to act this cool?

She's OK. Is this it? I thought there was more of 'em.

He's in pretty bad shape, past the point where he can tell me anything.

I don't hate like that.

I need to find him as soon as possible. He's not answering any of his numbers.

Don't send me to an eternal pain dimension.

And the losing time? How long has that been going on?

Ever since Mr Giles pulled up his stake in Sunnydale,

It's about self-loathing