Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- He won't get a chance to tattle on us now. - Buffy,...
I think the spell worked. I felt something go through me.
Come on... Come on.
# I know I could love you much better than this
- I just need to kill this guy. - Ahem!
You do know this is a crime scene, don't you?
Do... do you think I chose to be like this?
You never ever got a single date in high school, did you?
I figure you know the ritual. You're up on these things. You could probably...
- Maybe we can restore Angel's soul. - I don't like it.
He's an even harder guy to wake up than you are.
You walk out of this house, don't even think about coming back!
They get inside my head, make me see things I want.
In the end you're always by yourself. You're all you've got. That's the point.
Billions of people walking around like Happy Meals with legs...
- He's the key? - His... his blood.
How you holdin' up?
Kick his ass.
- Since when did you become level-headed? - About the time you became pig-headed.
Hold it right there! Put your hands on your head. Do it!
Blood. Of course. The blood on my hands must be my own.
But then, you're a criminal, so that pretty much works out.
All right. Talk.
She was going to her friend Willow's house. Maybe she slept over.
No.
- You don't understand. - Keep your mouth shut, missy.
Poor thing.