Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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