Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Dear lord, I hate that mall.

"Getting the most out of your new microwave." Nice.

Are you wearing a wire?

There's gotta be a reason.

- You aren't wearing a green apron. - Confused, but sort of randomly observant.

Yes, and the language barrier is formidable.

Yeah, sure. Want me to check your girl out too, Xand?

Well, we know not to record it. That's something.

- That's some full-service principalling. - I try.

I manoeuvred myself into that school, that office, just like I manoeuvred you there.

You think she'll ever let you in? You're a murderer.

"Clock comma setting the - page 3."

You can't beat evil by doing evil. I know that.

We need to dispose of the gun and figure out our next move.

You showed her these?

Those are flash cards I made to facilitate her training.

- You've got another demon-fighter now. - That's not why I need you here.

- You don't have to... - What? Be noble?

I want you to think hard. Where did they put the gun?

- You know the Slayer? - This can't just happen.

You think I still dream of a crypt for two with a white picket fence?

Well, it is unclear.

- Does that seem fair to you? - I guess not.

I should really go find something else to wear.

That's not what I'm talking about.

So, do you have any slayer powers? I'm sorry...

Because I'm evil, and I wanna do the best I can at that.

- My eyes are clear. - Good. I'm glad.

Let's get this gay show on the gay road. Help me out.

Are you made out of the evil impulses of humans,

I didn't think of that.

It's not time for him yet. Wait till they're training in the basement,

And as long as there is evil, I live.

- Say, that's gratifying. - Buffy will know what to do.

You just seemed like a nice guy, that's all. I wanted to get to know you.

College transcripts?

Sorry. I need to store my kayak.

Everybody has a date.

Not Dawn, not Anya, not Willow, and not your friend Buffy.

Nothing's changed, Giles. Spike had a chip before, remember?