Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, I'm just gonna let you two...
It's just everything's different now.
Why... won't... you die?
I mean, we could definitely use a little comfort food.
two,
Angel! Evil - you're all evil again.
What happened? Did we win?
It's so not fair.
Thank you.
- Hey, Willow. - Hi.
How about imprisonment, forced labour,
It's a turvy-topsy world.
Kind of intense about this Thanksgiving thing.
I've never courted anyone like Buffy before.
and then Squanto takes a musket ball in the stomach.
Uh-uh. There was a big scissors right there. That knife was picked for a reason.
- Why the Dean? - He may go after someone in charge.
It wasn't exactly a perfect Thanksgiving.
It's very common for Indian spirits to change to animal form.
The doctor couldn't figure it out. He said I had a lot of symptoms that didn't connect.
You had better weapons and you massacred them. End of story.
Hey, and then later we can churn our own butter and make sweaters out of sheep.
Doesn't it make you wonder what else is there? Right under our feet.
Hello?
- He had trouble performing. - Yeah. It looks like they've done me for good.
Yeah. Guys, the dean's house is up past the gym. And hurry!
And we've never faced this sort of spirit before. We don't know what will kill it.
- Get over it. I have more important worries. - I came to you in friendship.
- He might be able to fill in some blanks. - OK. I'll see about contacting him.
Your knife can kill you.
We have to stop this thing.
Let's talk about the various.
- A leader? - He's a warrior.
- We don't wanna fight anyone. - I just wanna have Thanksgiving.
- I wondered that. - Giles, plates.
Living skeletons, mate. Like famine pictures from those dusty countries.
- Want me to help make it quicker? - Invite me in.
Can we come rocketing back to the part about me and my new syphilis?
There's a chance I'm delirious.
Then I realised it was like seeing one's child grow up and move on to better things.
That's sort of the question before the court.
I don't think you wanna help. I think you just wanna slay the demon, then go "La, la, la".
Man, I'm beat.
Boy. The Cultural Partnership Center didn't stress any of that stuff.