Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You took my childhood.

The three of us will teach those snobs and elitists with their falderal just what...

It was that song, Giles. It was that song that Spike was singing.

From 'twixt its wee beak."

- Let me do this for you. - What are you talking about?

we have to put this in your brain.

I loved you. I did.

- So we should go before the school board. - What?

- Just hurry back. - Will do.

- So the trigger's still working? - Much as ever.

- Thanks. - No problem.

Stake's your friend.

Some hypno-beam? A disarming spell?

You took her away.

While I'm not technically your watcher any more,

You got a moment?

- What's wrong? - Nothing you need to worry about.

I was her world.

"Hark, the lark, her name it hath spake."

# Early one morning just as the sun was rising

- There was a choice. - Right. Either repair the chip, or remove it.

- I thought you might need support. - Uh-huh.

No. I only wanted to make you well.

You remind me of my, um...

It's who you'll always be.

A British Yul Brynner.

But it was the demon talking, not her.

It will only hurt for a moment.

- You removed the chip? - Yeah.

We got ourselves a problem.