Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Never, my little foam latte. Your blondie bear is here to stay.
- Doesn't lack for guts. Gotta give her that. - Yeah, but she's nuts.
I'm talking about one girl.
Not that way. Just a little less ready for takeoff all the time.
- You're lying. She says it to Walsh? - Hope to die.
No, hold your fire!
She's dealing. I'm helping.
Not that I believed him, you know.
Who cares? All I know is, one minute I'm running from the Slayer
Move!
Just give me a clue to... Here, let me help you with that.
Let's bag it before this gets ugly.
No, I was rude. I just felt like being alone.
Wow. Some theories, huh?
Nerve endings screaming in silence. Never knowing which thought might be your last.
- Really? - Really.
Just don't ever do that to me again.
Gonna kill you.
I just feel that... well, I've never courted anyone like Buffy before.
Thank you.
Cut it out!
I don't wanna see you mooning over some freshman.
Nope. I am going to a party tonight.
And after that it's all you and me,
The creature has every advantage right now.
You don't think she's a little peculiar?
You know, there's plenty of space back in your room. Why don't I take you?
My fire? Yeah, right!
- What have we got? - Civilian, sir.
All right.
Check her out. Is she hot or is she hot?
Every man faces this moment. Here. Now.