Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's not the point. I don't want a new cheerleading outfit.

- Let go of me! This isn't finished. - I'll never let you have him, bitch.

- You're not starting again with the whole...? - No. A thousand gallons of no.

You hear that? Not your fault.

You might come to look fondly on his back-riding.

- I don't need your mollycoddling. - It's not coddling.

Hey, crazy chicks, look.

- Oh, it's OK, she can do it herself. - Hey, we're all on the same team, right?

"I crush little girls and all their little feelings."

I feel so stupid. All over a spell.

- (Dawn) So what is it? - (Buffy) What's what?

Why would he say you pushed him down the stairs?

I still say Wood's the worst. You haven't seen the way that guy rides me.

Oh, I see how you get along. "Oh, look at me, I'm Mr Quarterback."

Oh, Hecate, I call on you.

It's hard being clumsy, especially when you're popular and athletic. I'd bet.

- I can prove my love with magic. - Yeah, right.

But, I mean, does it bother you?

I humbly ask your will be done.

That's how much you're scaring me.

- I should really get back. You coming with? - I just don't see why people bother.

Go-o-o, Razorbacks!

- You can't do this to RJ. - Oh, hey, it's you.

Hear us cheer, hear us yell.