Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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