Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look at her, men.
But you like what I do to you.
We're thinking of heading to the Bronze later. Wanna come? Get all unwindy?
- Previously: - We screwed it up.
- Things have changed. - I'm disgusted with myself.
I mean, it's OK for you to be here if you have things that you have to be here for.
Initiating contact.
Willow's fine. She's been doing really well.
Stop whining. Get your sissy crap out of the way.
But it's better now. It really is.
Bloody hell. What'd you do that for?
It's all right, love.
There is nothing good or clean in you.
Her neck, it just...
Cos there's this last thread of dignity I've been desperately clinging to.
Well, if you want, I can...
Is that what you used on me? Oh, my God. First the skankbot and now this?
Well, I said that there was nothing wrong with you, but you are different.
And, Buffy, it's OK if you don't.
We really got away with murder.
- Stay calm. - Tell that to your girlfriend.
So that's it. These things just made you think you killed her.
No, I wouldn't...
- She's dead. - It was an accident.
What happens now?
Spike. What's happening?
And a slight tingly scalp.
Charge the cerebral dampener.
What's OK about that?
- Crime tastes funny. - Wow.
The shape of her lips.
I'm gonna get you home, and you're gonna crawl in your warm bed and stay there.
I thought I was Mad Dog Two.
I feel different.
It was Warren. He knew Katrina. He had something to do with it, I know it.
I thought I was pretty clear I never wanted that to happen again.
There is nothing to work out. What you did was sick.
I'm home. Who wants to help scrape the grease off my...