Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I need you with me.

Oh, dear, is the enormous hall monitor sick? Tell me, is he gonna die?

- Well, well, well. Lookee here. - Is it safe?

Spike, oh my God! This is, like, a real emergency!

Oh, wow, this place looks great. Oh, I feel like a witch in a magic shop.

OK. OK, brain surgery. He's gonna need a medical facility, he's gonna need equipment...

Uh-uh. You are sitting right here on this couch today.

Buffy's like nobody else in the world.

You wanna touch me? I'm right here.

I have never let a patient with tachycardia this severe leave a hospital.

- She doesn't have a history of fainting? - No, not that I know of.

Tara and I can scope out the burned-out school.

And, you know I don't... Iove the idea of you patrolling alone.

- Poor Buffy. - Maybe he just needs some time alone.

You shouldn't even be thinking about that. He's not worried, so we shouldn't be.

You shouldn't be out here when she's patrolling.

The mess is yours, Slayer. Yours and the boy's.

Oh, God. Doctor! Doctor, we need you now!

- But it's nothing bad. It's not serious, right? - Very unlikely.

Look at those pieces of paper.

But I'd love to watch and learn. From someone who's really good.

Not now. Not after everything that...

Take me to him.

Buffy, Buffy, Buffy! Everywhere I turn, she's there!

- It's all great. - Well, you've earned it. Truly.

Looks like neither boy's entirely welcome. You should take him home, Slayer.

- Hey, you. - Hey!

till you're too tired and too hungry to run any more.