Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Riley? - Buffy, what are you doing here?

See, I have faith in your survival instinct.

- Uh-oh. - Graham.

The one from the government? Like the ones who did this to me in the first place?

Oh! Who put the monkey head near the Styx water?

Hey, hope I didn't get in the way.

- Spike?! - You don't understand.

I don't know. If you ask me, the newt name still means something.

Riley, I'm telling you, you need help. I'm not saying it to trick you.

We're running out of time. We don't find the medic soon, he's not gonna make it.

Seeing you every day, everywhere I go, every time I turn around.

For the longest time I had it backwards. Mess-y!

I so don't wanna deal with Spike right now. He's really starting to bug me,

That bouncing shampoo-commercial hair. That whole sodding holier-than-thou attitude.

No. There is one peroxided pest whose number's up.

- My job? - I thought you were in the north sector.

- Hi. - Hey. How are you?

Look at this place!

- A penny? - I told you I couldn't do it.

You used to have a mission. Now you're what? The mission's boyfriend?

You... wanna relax some more?

I go back, let the government get whimsical with my innards. They could do anything...

- Removing it could leave you a vegetable. - That's not gonna happen, mate.

I know I have to do something. I just don't know what.

- Graham. - Riley.

If you tell me to hurry, I'll kick your ass.

Mm, that was relaxing.

Give me a week or so to heal and I'll take full advantage of that fact.

- Just keeping you on your toes. - Or off them, as it were. What got into...?

What would Spike want with...? The chip.

Let's make it women, OK? Just for the imagery.

Thank you, guys, so much.

Riley! Come on out!

- Hostile 17 and a blonde girl. - Spike and Harmony, together again.