Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Now tell me you love me. - I love you, Master.
Please don't forgive me.
- Can't you stay at Janice's another night? - Her mom's cooking Mexican.
You know, if you were checking on me?
- No, go for the leather skirt. - Bazoombas.
Why can't I stop?
It's the seeing you that's throwing me.
The way you make it hurt in all the wrong places. I've never been with such an animal.
The police?
Cool.
I need to know about the spell, the one that brought me back.
We're supervillains. Call us "master".
- What did you do? - I took care of it.
- Are you sure? - I've double-checked everything.
Buffy?
That's all.
How can I trust you not to touch my stuff?
Wait. What'd you just say?
I'm gonna sort this out. Trust me.
There has to be.
All right. Stand back.
Now tell me you love me