Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Iook for a door with a sign that says "Secret Government Monster Hunters"?

You're like my fairy godmother and Santa Claus and Q, all wrapped up into one.

I have the endurance of ten men.

Yeah, but call how? First of all, they don't exist any more,

Yes. Let's... get outta here.

Just do what those Initiative lab monkeys did, only backwards.

I know I'm repeating myself here, but I don't know how else to convince you.

It could've been a dizzy spell, low blood sugar...

- What are you saying? - Come on, man. You know it's true.

I'm gonna dive in it. Swim in it.

- Your hand is bleeding. - Don't feel a thing.

- I'm OK. - And your mom's doing just fine.

- How many fingers I got up? - 17.

Nobody's body can handle a heart attack.

I should have known it was you. Been nearly six hours.

I'll tell the doc.

Bathe in the Slayer's blood.

My heart's different than yours. It works differently now, but it's OK.

We have to hurry.

Nobody knows who I am. Not the real me.

I don't wanna think about the damage our guys could do in withdrawal.

I thought it was gonna be like in the movies. You know - inspirational music,

You are turning into quite the student.

I read in a magazine that some women think a man's real sex organ is his brain.

All righty. Half an omelette coming up.

- Maybe you even believe it. - I know it.

OK, so I tinkered with the Tinkerbell. It was easy.

- He's gone somewhere he can't be found. - Basically, he's gone AWOL.

- Well, I must say, I'm very impressed. - Yeah, carpentry is pretty cool.

- Walsh was feeding you drugs. - Something's crawling inside.

She's doing OK. The doctors don't know why she collapsed.

I am a villain, Spike. Hello-o!