Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's obvious who I am.
Buffy, we're gonna get this thing. We have another whole night.
None of them know a thing. They all get an F in Willow.
I'm tryin' not to think about it. It's...
Oh, wow.
- Buffy... - Where are we going?
He needs to get a pet.
Wow, those two gals are hanging out a lot together. This'd be a good time to panic.
With Xander, it's always "Buffy did this, Willow said that."
- What the hell...? - Giles! Giles!
Don't worry. I wouldn't do that to you.
- Three. - I'll keep looking!
- In other words, your typical male. - On behalf of my gender - hey!
I wrote it down, but it didn't make any sense when I read it back.
I'm sniffin', I'm snarlin', I'm a slobbering predator, I'm...
I don't know.
I assure you, she's quite capable.
Dammit!
I guess I was wrong. I coulda sworn...
It doesn't get more romantic than this,... so shut up!
The name's Kane. I'm the one with the gun, which means I get to do the interviewing.
I mean, three days out of the month, I'm not much fun to be around, either.
Got, as in...?
You know, Harris, that nosey little nose of yours is gonna get you into trouble someday.
Er, any sign of the werewolf?
We came to do things I can't tell my father about, because he thinks I'm a good girl.
What else should we assume?
The way werewolves always do.
What? No, no reason. Um...
It probably woulda slipped out, even if I wasn't here.
- I hope you can live with that. - I live with that every day.
I'd really love to stay and chat, but I'm on a tight schedule.
Oz?
I'd still. I'd very still.
- Are you OK? - What?
- Yeah, him and Xander, guys, - Who do they think they are?