Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I have an appointment with the mayor.

It's not like anyone will mind.

They are. They're waiting for you.

You're powerful in local circles.

Fine. You stop acting like an idiot.

This isn't avoiding.

Willow. Please.

Time out. Xander.

How about you by the dip?

Hey! I need to talk to a Buddy.

I mean. Is it a gathering. a shindig. Or a hootenanny?

Not thinking about any more flights of fancy. I hope.

You know. It's not just for scary religious people anymore.

I was just taking a break from all this wacky fun.

You can't just bury stuff. Buffy.

Pat wishes us quality time.

I really freaked out.

You and I are going to have a talk.

Oh. My God. what a stench.

You just dumped this thing on me

and I can forgive that.

Well. I pretty much remembered the address.

I'm Buffy. freak of nature. Right?

This whole Rambo thing is so over.

for a smelly cheese night.

maybe becoming a looker or a seer.

You know. School. Slaying... kid's stuff.

What do we do if they get in?

I thought it was going to make it all better.

As for private schools.

You have no appreciation of primitive art.