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I do want you.
Don't worry about Rye and me. We're good.
Thought it would suck less this time.
You've always known, and you come to me all the same.
Stop wolfing down those chips. One more bag and you'll pop out of your cummerbund.
He's probably off somewhere getting his ass kicked. You know how wild he gets.
- I've been working! - Where? In a slaughterhouse?
So, are you and Sam headed back to Central America? Or is that classified?
There's no bad guys in this one.
Buffy, meet Sam. Sam, Buffy.
We don't have much time. Understand?
The seating chart's fine. Get back to the table arrangements.
The only thing that could help Riley work it out was time.
And, Anya, I really have no clue what their wedding was like.
split all secret-agenty, like last time?
- Rough night? - The usual.
I get it.
So, how are Mr and Mrs High-strung?
So we have to find the nest before Sunnydale turns into the Trouble Meat Palace.
- Down we go? - Looks that way.
He's too incompetent. It's just Spike, Riley.
What can I say? The girl just needs a little monster in her man.
And now I look at them...
Well, I suppose I could be helpful, if the price is right.
I'll go out and look for our doctor. You two find that nest.
- I don't know what you're talkin' about. - Riley, please, don't patronise...
The thing of it is, I'm holding these for a friend, who...
Call this your wedding gift.
- Ice cubes. - All you can eat.
Oh. Well, just, you know... give it a sec.