Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nothing less will pry your greedy little fingers off my apron strings, will it?

only underscores the importance of the lessons I can impart to you.

Always gotta work the mission.

And how do you get that hunk of rubble into my cranium?

- My name's Richard. - Hi, Rich.

A while back, it slipped up. It told Andrew it wasn't time yet for Spike.

- Did you bring back any potentials? - No.

I lost my mom a couple of years ago.

Actually, my trip was about something else. It's regarding Spike.

I wasn't talking to you.

Brought me here to kill me?

Buffy tells me you're something of a freelance demon-fighter.

- Can I kill this guy yet? - No.

Angels' harps, her laugh."

I don't know where to begin, Buffy. Who do we speak to?

It's as though I've been given new eyes.

# Just as the sun was shining

Drusilla... she...

- Oh, my God. - I gave him a pass.

Gotta say, not a line every girl likes to hear,

Spike has a soul now. That's what's gonna stop him from hurting people.

He's a vampire.

I could have spared myself a lifetime of tedium and just...

To take my leave of you, of course.

Make a difference.

No matter how many people they've got around them, they fight alone.