Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I could hide my fist in your face.
- Are you certain? - Just trust me on this.
- No one here's man enough to kill 'em! - I wouldn't be too sure of that.
I tore a tooth from the mouth of every werewolf that I killed.
Giles knows stuff and I'm practically an expert.
The point is that our wolfman could also be a wolfwoman, or anyone bitten by a werewolf.
She is the Slayer,
Don't worry. They might not look it, but bunnies can take care of themselves.
No. I guess you didn't see anything, from the vantage point of having your eyes closed.
No, no sign of the werewolf. How about you?
..the phases of the moon seem to exert a great deal of psychological influence.
It's OK.
A full moon like tonight tends to bring out the crazies.
- Well deserved. - Darn tootin'!
What relationship? What life could they possibly have together?
On account of once you were a hyena?
The same.
Welcome to the mystery that is men. It goes something like...
- That won't make me a slut? - I think your reputation will remain intact.
Tag.
- That's why I know you should talk about it. - That's easy for you to say.
- Hey. - Hey.
Yes, MoonPie!
They grow body hair and lose all ability to tell you what they want.
Yeah. She's actually an evil mastermind. It's fun.
- You hunt werewolves for sport? - No, no. I'm in it purely for the money.