Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Was that the Slayer? What the hell are you doin' bringin' the Slayer here?

Aw, holding them tight as they fall asleep. Painting their little toenails.

I don't know... I wanted to know what you felt.

- These girls... - Vampires. Killers.

You can't go up there.

I don't know, Buffy. I think I'd look like I had a cat on my head.

- Don't worry, you'll find 'em. - Yeah. You'll get them next time, champ.

You are unbelievable.

I'm only sleeping over here so Buffy and Riley can boink.

Look who has Anya following him around like a lovesick puppy.

We're still going to have to watch her carefully,

Midnight, tomorrow. The decision's yours.

Please. Stop, I beg of you.

- Not about the naked part... - Get out or I will drop you out headfirst.

And if it's so deficient that you need to get your kicks elsewhere,

I wanted to get it, Buffy. I wanted to get you.

Have a nice day. Don't get killed.

So this is my fault? "Hey, gee, Buffy's so mysterious, I think I'll go out and almost die."

that I kept going back,

- It doesn't mean anything. - You think?

- She in there? - She's training.