Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If I were to stop saving his life, it would simple things up so much.
"Himble abri. Abri voyon. "
Me?
Including me.
It's me. "Alexander Harris. "
Vocal-cord-wise? Yes. With each other? No.
True. But my intuition says that you're not so much the magic guy
Time time...what turns kittens into cats
What do you want me to do? Keep my mouth shut?
But I just wanna help people.
So, you go via the sewers to the hospital. Randy and I'll give the monsters a fight.
How can you say...?
So
Don't get all prim and proper on me.
no memory, hiding in a pipe from a vampire.
We're in a relationship. We are supposed to decide together.
Tabula rasa. Tabula rasa. Tabula rasa.
Me, too. Hey, maybe we're study buddies.
Are you saying you're gonna leave me?
I'm Anya! This key fits this lock.
Me, too. Hate suffering. Had about as much of it as I can take.
Then what? This isn't something that's gonna be fixed by a video club.
I'm not sure what I am, so bear with me. "Now I lay me down to sleep... "
Look. A one-way ticket to London and out of this engagement.
- Prerogative. - Whatever, Joan.
our memory loss, and all that.
You can be here and I can still be strong.
- Who do those jerks think they are? - Bloodsuckers. They kill by sucking blood.
- They're gonna use the spikes to... - To slay someone? A female someone.
No wonder I'm leaving you.
Have you spoken to Dawn about that incident at Hallowe'en?
- Ready, Joan. - Son?
I don't need magic. I don't. I...
Yes, yes. I'm sure that's right.
And, of course, the 40 Siamese that you owe me.