Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(Spike) What'd I do, get it half-done? Never send a boy to do a man's job.

So he gets his soul back, he starts seeing spooky things, and he goes extra-extra-crazy.

- Sir? - We'll be paying a visit to the Hellmouth.

- Your hair's not even black any more. - What're you doing back in town?

It's the Big Bad, Dawn. The one we knew was coming.

I have come to redefine the words "pain and suffering" since I fell in love with you.

Usually, the operative completes his task

- I'm like Obi-Wan. - Or Patrick Swayze.

Window-dressing.

And you can be.

- Hey, guys. How's it going? - Pretty good.

You like men who hurt you.

# How could you use a poor maiden...

I know what we're up against.

Don't rationalise this into some noble act.

You're Conan. You're the Destroyer.

I just slaughtered half of Sunnydale. I'm not really worried about being polite any more.

Then you won't mind if we ask a few questions.

- I think we need to get him some blood. - Do you want me to kill Anya?

Tell your sister not to worry about it. We'll soldier on without her here.

(snarls and growls)

He's got a chunk taken out of his neck but he'll be all right.

That's... very helpful.

I am Willow. I am death.

Nobody. I was just keeping myself company.

Yeah. Last night she was vomiting. This morning she was vomiting more,

Cos it's not worth it if they don't cry.

I'd like 12 pork chops...

Be easier, wouldn't it, if it were an act.

I didn't do it. And he was aiming for Buffy anyway.