Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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