Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

OK, how about this store?
And Buffy's OK too? Enjoying the refreshing sanity and so forth?
They've tapped into our feed.
Like a quilt.
So, tell me more about wishing Xander's brains and guts would go blooey.
- Wanting his head, you know... - Yeah.
- Anya, wait... - OK. Not crazy about that idea.
Did I mention the "left at the altar" thing? Didn't leave that out, did I?
Bloody Xander, buggered up everything.
I think I've got the Magic Box.
I can't.
No, the mature solution is for you to spend your whole life telling stupid jokes,
- I never use that word any more. - Coagulate?
To tell you the truth, all I wanted was to use him and lose him.
Whoa. Guys? There have only been four... three. Three. Three guys.
OK, wait.
Actually, yes.
So, this is it?
Thank you.
Buffy?
That's enough.
Wait, Xander, no.
Xander. Let's not waste any more breath on that wanker.
Give me a for-instance.
When we're ready.
Get a wish from someone who doesn't freaking love him.
- How ya doin'? - Fine.
I didn't...