Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Sunnydale. - No, none of that's real, none of it.

The Slayer, right, but that's only one level.

For coffee, food, kisses and gay love?

And ever since, I've had this painful hole inside.

There were doctors and nurses and other patients.

Either way, you'd be better off for it, but you're too twisted for that.

- Here, let's get her back to my crypt. - Spike, just go, OK?

Get it? I... Never mind.

We've all been kinda slummin'.

Buffy, please, listen to me. That asylum and those people, they're not real!

I've been having these flashes. Hallucinations, I guess.

I'm afraid we lost her.

Cos what's more real? A sick girl in an institution...

Oh, come on, that's ridiculous!

I stopped talking about it, and they let me go.

You're going downstairs with the others. It's the only way I can get healthy.

Some kind of gross, waxy demon thing poked me.

Do you remember?

Are you saying that Buffy could be like she was before any of this happened?

I can make you some food, something big with energy, help you clear your noggin.

How come you're all home, hearth and DSL?

great pelting showers of rice and so forth.

- Coming apart. - What's coming apart?

I mean, they're probably just friends.