Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I liked having that to look forward to.

Tell me again why we're not doing this at your house.

- Shut up, Spike. - Fine. I'll do it myself.

Maybe it's the syphilis talkin', but some of that made sense.

It'll be just like when I was a kid. Only without me building a fort out of mashed potatoes.

Not mixed up with guilt and the destruction of an indigenous culture.

She sounds good.

I smell a roasting turkey and I'm eight years old.

Yeah. Thanksgiving isn't about blending of two cultures.

All right, I'll look into the Chumash connection.

It's like what happened in the '30s with that church the Master was in.

While they were pulling Xander out, I heard the anthro professors talking about it.

No, it's really up to the dean.

What's he like when he is evil?

I'm a great cook - in theory. I've eaten a lot.

Well, if you can just tell me...

- That part's just ceremonial. - Well, it bites.

- Did you get the part about innocent people? - Yes. OK? And I do wanna stop him.

Then we'll die together. It's romantic.

Do you even own a turkey pan?

Buffy, this isn't a Western. We're not at Fort Giles with the cavalry coming to save us.

But at least we all worked together. It was like old times.

Straight up, black hat, tied to the train tracks, "my electro-ray will destroy Metropolis" bad.

And we will have a nice dinner, OK? Both. End of story.

I can't bite anything. I can't even hit people.

And a couple of blocks down.

And then they make animated specials with the maize and the big, big belt buckles.

- Chumash, I think. That's all we got. - Oh, the Chumash Indians.