Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Did you tell Angel?
- I'm gonna hit it come daybreak. - Need backup?
..God, even studying! But I have to save the world. Again!
- I love you. - I love you.
Is it big?
What's going on?
Not dead, nor not of the living.
- Let me take this opportunity to not care. - I can't fight them both alone. Nor can you.
You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can...
Drusilla? Sweetheart?
Spirits of the interregnum, I call.
- I'm OK. - You don't look OK. Does she?
- You're not gonna hurt them, are you? - I'm a slayer, not a postal worker.
Are they OK?
I mean, the last time I tortured somebody, they didn't even have chain saws.
Look, you cut him up, you'll never get your answers.
Pillock!
- Oh, right. - Let's get inside.
Hey! White flag here. I quit.
# I'm pulled down by the undertow
His blood will open the door to Hell.
# Too long, too far from home
Oh, man...!
- Someone get the chain saw. - Now, now, don't let's lose our temper.
Be careful.
- But I... - Resolve face.
In case you haven't noticed, the police of Sunnydale are deeply stupid.
Then she'd wanna be alone.
No, it's head-sized.
Be... in me.