Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- And she's not available. - Why not?

And... my mom's not really feeling well and she could probably use my help.

This isn't about fun. This is about duty.

Keep it up, yeah! Come on, keep it goin'!

Buffy, where are we?

Missing for over a week.

Don't do that weird thing with your hair.

- You dreamed about Angel again? - Third night in a row.

I thought maybe you and I should get some... sometime.

I-I was just thinking,...

One of them's... different than the others.

On my oath, before my assembled brethren.

It's the non-relationship drink of choice. It's not a date. It's a caffeinated beverage.

OK, look, seven days a week I'm busy saving the world.

- Excuse me? - Oh. I would... I would love to go.

Yes. And you were very nearly devoured by a giant demon snake.

No demons or vampires to slay. I'm here with my friends.

- Don't you hate these guys? - Yeah.

I just know your pizza-delivery career will take you so many exciting places.

Well, that really isn't the point here.

You're not seeing someone?

..cinnamon, chocolate, half-caf, non-fat.

In every generation, there is a Chosen One,

- Angel. - Xander.

..hate you guys.

- You don't want a date? - Who said date? I-I-I never said date.

..wouldn't it be funny some time to see each other when it wasn't a blood thing?

Oh, are we feeling a little envious?

- She lied to me? - Well...

You're now one of us.

Buffy, these men are rich, and I am not being shallow.

Are sick. You're right. There's no point in disturbing them until we know more.