Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's no big. I just figured I'd hang here, you know, until

I concur that she's not herself.

Why couldn't Giles have shackles like any self-respecting bachelor?

Take a mental pic. This is the new Buffy. Kinder, gentler, roommate extraordinaire.

What do you mean? I should leave the room?

Another time, for sure.

Giles, listen. When sharpening her pencils,

- do some studying. - It's late. Won't you be up all night?

Ex-boyfriend or loan shark?

while the victim slumbers."

Time? Really? How much time?

- So... - So, those are my...

You're right. She's even affecting my work now.

You know, during that really short phone call I realised you are so right.

It's not a problem, is it? I figure we're like sisters now, living together and everything.

So you're coming along.

But you've never come on routine patrol with me before, Oz. So what's the deal?

- You run? - And jump. And bend.

- Freshman, huh? - Is it that obvious?

What was that all about, with the cutie patootie?

Which is fussy, I agree, but everybody has their idiosyncrasies.

Open up. Let me finish.

I can't believe this.

Perhaps it would be more productive to examine your dreams.

Not that I mind, but don't non-college guys usually populate the non-campus?

nobody deserves a mime, buffy.

I mean, I get it. I have a sucky roomie, too. But you just have to deal.

If it wasn't for this English paper, I'd be there right now.

I can already feel all that bad Kathy karma draining away.

Do you mind? People are trying to study.

Not only does she take my sweater, but now she has to horn in on my dreams.

Why not? This way, you don't have to walk these spooky paths alone.

- Oh, my God. Are you OK? - Yeah.

Nope, not tight enough.

I invited the whole dorm, but she was the only one that could make it.

There was this monster and he sat on me and did all this stuffto me.

and glowing green eyes. And his skin had a, like, super-bad fake rub-on tan.