Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're not even hungry. You're just nervous.
Hey, working lady. Rough night?
Gotta tell you, Buffy, I'm a bit intimidated.
- You go to night school? - I'm working on my MBA.
without filling her in on the objective?
Can you help me?
Where are what? Why do you keep callin' me that?
- Well, it's good to see you. - Hey, there's the man!
Here! There's nothing to see there.
everyone of our guests and half this town to do it.
Over my dead body.
Politics. Now, I'm not a political animal,
Back in the jungle, we had not one, but two hard-core shamans working for us.
Riley says you're coming on as one major-league Wicca.
It's just that... I can't eat this stuff another night. I'm sorry.
I thought we'd run you out of town, mate. Last time I saw you, if memory serves,
It's so cute. I forgot.
Yeah. You know, little plastic ones, ten bucks a pop.
- I don't see our demon. - It's not here.
- That's progress. - Hence the happy.
Garbage. Oh!
OK, let's do this. Quickly.
What exactly are you doing with my husband?
Like how I slipped in that permission request?