Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And the gum under the tables? You should give it a good scrape before you leave.
And... were you always this tall?
No, no. Your turn up front. I'll deal back here. You take the customers.
Well, that's the beauty - you can't, but I can.
And those aren't code names, like Big Dog or Falcon or...?
Think I have the sheet music. Doesn't change what you want.
- Just counter, not grill. - I want to explain. I don't have time.
- Stand down, soldier. - He's your boss, too?
Ready when you are, Agent Finn.
These things? Never useful.
- Where are the eggs? - The Doctor, it can't be Spike.
It's like Machiavelli says.
makes things simpler. For a little while.
We have to pull out.
I don't wanna jump right into anything. I don't wanna... be defined by who I'm with.
Think I wanna spend my life cleaning grease traps?
It's what brought us together. I almost feel sorry for the Suvolte.
Sorry to just drop in on you like this, Buffy.
Riley!
Love the hair.
No!
Blow it off. Dawnie and I are headed out to the Bronze.
- See your friends... - Who'd love to see you.
Have children. Make them hate us.
Lots of time.
But seriously, choosing between a photographer and place settings...
find the nest, Mr and Mrs Finn make with the killin', and everyone goes home happy.
Right. Deadly, amoral, opportunistic.
Well, I'm sure my incredible patheticness softened the blow for you.
How long have you been married?
I'm slowing you down. I knew I would. This was selfish of me.