Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What are they doing?

- You think so? - Yes, Master.

- What the hell are you doing here? - It's nice to see you, too, Katrina.

Look at your friends, and tell me you don't love getting away with this...

When you girls are done, the cerebral dampener's ready to be charged.

- Yeah. - She's totally hot.

"Injuries consistent with a fall. " The coroner's ruling it a suicide.

That's the plan. Soon as my legs start working.

What? Using him?

- What? - With your job and the slaying.

You can't understand why this is killing me.

I'm glad you're doing better.

Well, that's it, man. We're screwed.

You're keeping secrets from me - other girls and...

It's OK. I'm gonna get you out of here.

No, that's not...

I have this sudden urge to dedicate my productive cooperation.

You think? You bunch of little boys playing at being men?

- Are you sure about that? - Yes. God! Yes, I'm sure.

You can't even stand to be around me.

No. I'll stay here with Dawn.

You don't think Buffy'll be able to put that together? She'll figure it out.

Lucky for the bed.

No, you're the same Buffy. With a deep tropical cellular tan.

I'm wrong. Tell me that I'm wrong, please.

- Your masters. - My what?

I was sort of hoping you could tell me.

right under their noses.

- Warren. - Thanks. Now, what's the problem, miss?