Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Some hypno-beam? A disarming spell?

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

I loved you. I did.

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

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

You took her away.

Stake's your friend.

It will only hurt for a moment.

While I'm not technically your watcher any more,

You took my childhood.

we have to put this in your brain.

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

You got a moment?

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

- You removed the chip? - Yeah.

- Thanks. - No problem.

You remind me of my, um...

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

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

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

No. I only wanted to make you well.

We got ourselves a problem.

# Early one morning just as the sun was rising

A British Yul Brynner.

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

- Just hurry back. - Will do.

It's who you'll always be.

From 'twixt its wee beak."

But it was the demon talking, not her.

I was her world.