Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What the hell...? - Giles! Giles!

None of them know a thing. They all get an F in Willow.

The name's Kane. I'm the one with the gun, which means I get to do the interviewing.

Buffy, we're gonna get this thing. We have another whole night.

It's obvious who I am.

I wrote it down, but it didn't make any sense when I read it back.

Don't worry. I wouldn't do that to you.

- In other words, your typical male. - On behalf of my gender - hey!

What else should we assume?

- Buffy... - Where are we going?

I'm tryin' not to think about it. It's...

It doesn't get more romantic than this,... so shut up!

- Three. - I'll keep looking!

I'm sniffin', I'm snarlin', I'm a slobbering predator, I'm...

- Yeah, him and Xander, guys, - Who do they think they are?

With Xander, it's always "Buffy did this, Willow said that."

Er, any sign of the werewolf?

- I hope you can live with that. - I live with that every day.

What? No, no reason. Um...

We came to do things I can't tell my father about, because he thinks I'm a good girl.

I'd still. I'd very still.

Wow, those two gals are hanging out a lot together. This'd be a good time to panic.

I guess I was wrong. I coulda sworn...

- Are you OK? - What?

He needs to get a pet.

I assure you, she's quite capable.

The way werewolves always do.

I'd really love to stay and chat, but I'm on a tight schedule.

It probably woulda slipped out, even if I wasn't here.

You know, Harris, that nosey little nose of yours is gonna get you into trouble someday.

I mean, three days out of the month, I'm not much fun to be around, either.