Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I didn't know what they were. I got saved, quit the Corps, joined the squad.

I never got the chance to tell you...

Glad to be back in Sunnydale. Locals speak English. I knew who to beat for information.

Don't work too hard.

Tell me you love me.

That'd be my question.

But I have authorisation to take the Doctor out.

Tell me you want me.

I'm sorry. I think I really... stepped in it in there.

- In point of fact... - Shut up.

It doesn't change what you are. And you are a hell of a woman.

- He was ripped up inside. - Good thing he has you.

- Complicated question. - I just meant...

Got an idea. The tag's online. We'll find it.

- Sounds fun. - Send you a postcard.

I think we died on the way to the airport and we're stuck in hell.

It will be our perfect, perfect day, if I have to kill...

That's good. Don't you want breakfast first?

It looks kinda squished.

I'm glad he's over me.

- But our marriage? - That lasts for ever.

Me and Sam together?

- Cool Ranch? - Cajun Fiesta.

My hat has a cow.

Then they'll get married, we'll sleep on their couch. It's the circle of life.

Not sure I'll sell out at Double Meat Palace wages, though.

You don't take the pulse of the public, next thing, you're...

I know it's not the most original these days, but... I made it myself.

And it's not just slayer status I'm talking about. It's you.

Well, actually, we commandeered it from a local guerilla squad, so... cheap.

hiding up from their own relatives in the bathroom.