Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't rationalise this into some noble act.

And you can be.

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

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

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

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

I'd like 12 pork chops...

Usually, the operative completes his task

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

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

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

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

(snarls and growls)

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

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

That's... very helpful.

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

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

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

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

I know what we're up against.

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

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

You like men who hurt you.

You're Conan. You're the Destroyer.

Nobody. I was just keeping myself company.

Window-dressing.

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

I am Willow. I am death.

# How could you use a poor maiden...