Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

God, you're just sitting back there thinking that none of this means anything to me.

If they're really spying all the time, say something so they'll hear you.

- We should've brought a flashlight. - Ooh! I know!

Back to normal.

I'm heading to training now. You wanna come with?

He's gonna force the doctor to remove the chip from his brain.

No, too rich for my blood, I'm afraid. No, these are salamander eyes.

Little performance anxiety, eh, Doc?

I'm trying. But they're piling on the reading and Giles fills any free time with training.

Spike, you're a killer. And I should've done this years ago.

You shoulda been here when it was a school.

What are you talking about?

Thank you. Thank you so much.

- Any word? - They'll be here any minute.

Me calm down? I'm not the one with a pulse of 150.

They look pointy enough. They'll do.

Why do I even bother to show up?

Yeah. You'll have me up and killing before the night's over.

Better keep out of my way, Spike. I'm not gonna take this much longer.

- What's the matter? Afraid of competition? - It must have been so much work.

This is my deal, Buffy. Just... back off.

I've got this cute government chip in my head.

OK, is it bigger than a breadbox?

Oh, with ketchup, if you please?

What is the...? Who are you?

You know what it means that he can't hurt any living thing?

You do me right, nothing bad'll happen to you.

Someone's Blondie Bear's a 20-question genius!

in that "I wanna shove something wooden through his heart" way.

It's not enough for you.

- You're sure you got the fix for it? - Yeah. We got a guy. A doctor.

Being a substitute is an extremely difficult job. Besides...

And now the government wants to kiss it and make it better.

- Poor Riley. - Could he have gone back to his apartment?

I want you to check animal hospitals, doctors' offices...

I'll still have plenty of room for the main course.

I don't know why.

I'll do anything!

There was a mem...?