Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Probably just enough to confuse the sensors, or whatever, in Spike's chip.

We're teaching Dawn synchronised dance steps for the wedding reception.

He's everything I hate.

The Brekenkrieg Grimoire? Light reading?

I see sitting where there should be dancing.

I thought that's why you didn't want to meet at the house.

we'll take care of her.

- Warren... - Charge the dampener. Andrew, get her up.

Can you check out the spell? Just see if there's something that...

- Just something I'm tryin'. - Hey. Sorry I'm late.

Gentlemen. To crime.

- What is wrong with you? - I wanted us to be together.

Mad Dog Three to Mad Dog One.

I love you, too, baby. Get on your knees.

What is this to you, this thing we have?

- This isn't gonna work. - Are you gonna leave me?

Sorry, love. Can't let you do that.

This sucks. Couldn't we have at least gotten a lair with a view?

- Andrew? - What?

But I'm here now, all visible and everything.

The smooth, silky skin.

But I love you. I always will.

I didn't come back wrong?

I still think I would have gone with the bazoombas, but...

Is there anything that you can summon,

Why do I keep letting him in?

We're your arch Nemesises.