Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Stuff like that.
Dawn.
Kali, Hera, Cronus, Tonic.
Well, maybe short poems.
Well, that's right, foreigner.
You can sleep with me.
I'm gonna take care of her. Even if she never...
- Well, it's understandable. - Yeah, sure it is.
Person I loved.
- I'm sorry I'm late. - You're not late.
and then all of a sudden it was all gloom and doom and the outlawing of human triangles.
A pulseless, impure, follicly fried vampire.
Cos that's just a natural.
Butyou never, ever will.
It's just... my foot's not used to being put down.
She's my everything.
No one's gonna hurtyou.
- And I meant Buffy. - Buffy what?
Undressing the merchandise with their eyeballs. All ogle, no cash.
Oh, but we do, Your Scrumptiousness.
No. I explained there was no point.
Sweetheart, it is notyour fault.
Please getyour stuff.
Tell us why you're here.
- Wow! - What do we have here?
- You're stressed out. - I'm more than stressed out. I'm freaked out.
- Willow, please. - Have fun at the fair.
Appalling. Almost as if they no longer think money can buy happiness.
I haven't been here in two weeks. There's an explanation for this.
Six sick sisters.