Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, he's not at his apartment, he's not at the gym or the library.
I'm her pet project. Drive Spike round the bend. Makes every day a fresh bout of torture.
It's blood. It's what I do.
I will know your blood, Slayer.
you get the cash.
Oh, my God.
- Means I get to kill you. - You get to try.
Nobody has ever known me the way you do.
We gotta get this taken care of. We gotta get you into an operating room.
then I am still gonna make you go to that doctor.
- Thanks. - Don't be insecure.
I'm a human who was used as a lab rat for months.
You belong with us.
You're still a human. You could still have a heart attack.
But if you wanna throw it all away because you don't trust me, then...
- Is it supposed to do that? - Please.
- Where's Dr Overheiser? - Spike must have taken him.
There's a specialist waiting at Sunnydale General, Neurology.
You threw that vampire like he was a teeny-weeny little vampire.
Maybe he thinks his body can handle it. He is in really good shape.
That's soon enough, right? I mean, if we bring him in now?
I've opened up to you in ways that I've never opened up to...
Slayer!
Forget it. Apologise later, if you're not dead.
His heart can't take it. We've been at him for weeks about it.