Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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