Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Anyway, what did I call you?

I can't do this. I just... I need to...

You're not gonna trust that until you're forced to stand alone.

Well, now we've recovered from Spike's sartorial humour,

I'm so sorry, dear.

Any suggestions on how to get there?

- No, thank you. - Boss, he's gone.

Then you better close your eyes.

We need to spend more time with her. Just hang out.

- I think it's pretty. - What d'you got?

You'll get paid. I'm no welsher.

I am a girl. I'm not sure who I am exactly, but...

Now more than ever.

All we know is that it was a good place and she was happy there.

Ugly, too. A mouthful of choppers waiting to be yanked out and worn as necklaces.

Yeah? Who are you?

But why now? Now that you know where I've been? What I'm going through?

- That's your plan? - Yes.

But I just wanted to make things better. Better for us.

I'm just going to... Yeah.

Maybe have weekly dinners over here. Or a book club.

Do you think I'm stupid?

Come down and we will fix this in a sensible fashion!

There are a lot of things I would like, Mr Spike.

I don't think this is gonna work.

It's OK. I don't know anyone here either.

- I don't think I drink. - I don't see any booze.

Don't worry. We'll take care of each other.

- We have a kid here. - A teenager.