Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Katrina Silber.

- Thank you, baby. - My pleasure, Master.

You are dead inside.

- Target acquired. - What?

- Ex-girlfriend. - It doesn't matter. There's a link.

I can't. I love you.

Thanks for coming by.

The redhead's too tall.

I could've used one of these in high school.

You don't have to hide it. I'm not...

The funky monkey claims another victim.

- Warren, tell her to go away. - I can't.

- This isn't happening. - I just... I gotta...

I'm falling for that again because of the surprise lobotomy?

- Get the dampener. - You were sharing me with these dorks?

I just wanna...

God! Please don't...

You're not still sore about that thing, are you?

I'd ask Willow, but...

That's kinda cool.

Yeah. I think the New Kids on the Block posters are starting to date me.

Yeah. Phone's ringing off the hook here. Listen, you got an ID on that body yet?

- I'm gonna get you home. - No.

What about Buffy?

- No. - Listen.

I missed you so much. You never should have left me.