Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't know. Nothing serious, I think. Just random adorableness.
Yep. She made big with the questions.
What the blizzard was that all about?
- We want to, Buff. It's just... - Don't engage.
Kathy.
Don't forget to log those calls.
- Well, I'm against it. - And Buffy's completely being not herself.
You bet it's not fair, having to live with someone who's obviously troubled.
- I'm just here to help. - Which I appreciate.
Avoid the legs.
Work it right and you get three meals' worth, which equals fewer punch cards used.
Buffy Summers, Stevenson.
Right. See, the goal is to polish off as much as humanly possible in one sitting.
- Well, here's where I get off. - Say hey to Oz for me.
Oh, dear, we have even less time than I feared.
Avoid the legs.
I'm so glad you're here, Will.
But, you know, learning to live with someone can be a challenge.
"EVIL Toenails"
Only one species practises the ritual that Buffy's been seeing in her sleep.
All you had to do was write down your calls.
Buffy, l... See you around.
The smell of...
- Toenails? - Evil toenails.
- Lite FM. Nothing but love songs. - You think?
- Watch for signs she's going over the edge. - You're the best.
- Buffy's nightmares... - ..were real.
- I have to... - Have a good time.
"Elders ofthe lower reaches. Elders ofthe dry land. Elders ofthe river flats."
About that. The Kathy thing?