Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Riley's in trouble. He needs help.

- This is Ben. He gave me his stethoscope. - Lent you his stethoscope.

Plus, hanging out in that mouldy crypt, you just know he's doing something nasty.

Bloody just do it.

Yeah. Yeah, go ahead. I'll be fine.

I'm bailing because you're not in the superclub.

And that's not enough for you?

a montage, me sharpening my pencils, me reading, writing,

I had this friend once who really liked this girl, and...

Yeah! I said I'll do anything.

You're really good. I'll prove it.

Better to light a candle than curse the damn darkness.

I don't get what he's thinking. Why isn't he worried?

- So it's smaller than a breadbox. - No! Only three!

- It's human nature. - Don't Psych 101 me.

- Another time the CIA... - Dawn!

- Shall we then? - We shall then.

Spike, you're nothing but a killer. Also, I should've done this years ago.

- Do you think so little of me... - Buffy.

So? What'd she say about me?