Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't stick around on my account.

But we can make it work.

From beneath you, it devours.

The girl. I walked her home.

Dawn? Oh, my God.

So I'll get some.

There's my guy.

There's an order. The Slayer's not in order. But it can't hurt to play.

- You think it's an act? - I don't really know. And neither do you.

So it had to be her, right? I mean, her warning was true.

You were camped out on the Hellmouth talking to invisible people. Recently.

Is that a stake?

- Get away from me. - What's with the wallflower act?

But before that, the lies were very convincing.

- Touched a nerve, didn't it? - Don't flatter yourself.

That was before you told me Spike's killing again. You want to leave me alone with him?!

You saw me chatting up another bird, giving the eye to somebody else.

I don't know. Creature of the night, Buff. He's probably out creaturing.

You know you want it.

Sorry, ma'am, but it's my job.

I can't help it.

- He's been gone at least half an hour. - Any idea where he's headed?

- Well, if you seem to forget that much... - Not that.

The taste of human blood. That, I'd remember.

(Dawn) She's not here.

# Oh, never leave me

What are you...

- Well, yeah, but what do you... - Shh.