Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You've got an accusation from a pile of dust, and not a shred of proof.

Just because those weren't the spirits of, you know, our people,

If I were you, I'd lose him. He's a real player.

(# "Early One Morning" on harmonica)

You won't come down?

and I am not a fan of easy death.

- Dear God, I thought you were... - Gather them.

Oh, ten of them.

And I hate this plan. I don't understand when his problems became yours.

And... and there might be others.

I don't know. But I'm not letting him out of my sight, that's for sure.

I know what she told you. It's not true. Let me go, and I'll find a way to prove it.

- I talk to them cos I can't talk to you. - Oh, Spike, save it.

# How could you use a poor maid...

(# "This Is How It Goes" by Aimee Mann)

Oh God, no. Please. I need that.

The whole good-versus-evil, balancing-the-scales thing? I'm over it.

I hate... waiting.

Wait. Is he... is he staying here?

One of 'em take your wallet?

It's just things are different now. He has a soul.

- And you believed him? Vampires aren't... - I did follow you last night.

- Didn't mind being alone with him before. - What was that?

I'm not saying I don't believe him.