Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It didn't work. Costume.

It's where I go to get my scorn on.

Ask me again why I could never love you.

And now I know it's got teeth. And are those literal teeth?

Just this kind of rumbling, like just before an earthquake.

- First time for everything. - This is all you get.

- You don't want to see him angry. Trust me. - Nice friends you got.

The piece that fit.

The thing beneath... beneath you.

that you'd be welcomed back to Sunnydale with open arms, but I can't.

Touch her. You're gonna wake up on fire.

- You guys, I am working here. - We noticed.

That's not a word I would use for it.

Halfrek's all over my case. D'Hoffryn is not pleased with my work.

- Sure. If you put it that way, duh. - I'd love to offer you some guarantee

Right. Sunnydale: come for the food, stay for the dismemberment.

- You heard about Principal Flutie, right? - Hmm?

So, this thing came up out of the ground without any warnings or signs or anything?

I tell you what - why don't we put a pin in it?

Freaks! Why do I surround myself with freaks?

Uh-huh. Uh-huh, I get it. Go on.

- Maybe. - Wait, I didn't wish for that. I mean...

It's just the thing that was missing to make my life absolutely perfect.

Makes a good show, but forget it, it's here, in me.

Made me flat-out, bug-shagging crazy.

And watching your face trying to figure me out was absolutely delicious.

- Look, I can't blame you for being all skittish. - Skittish?

You're the youngest, and least stuffy member of this faculty.

And I'm thinking it's a little more complicated than just that.

She bounced back to a vengeance demon, I bounced back to a dateless nerd.

(rumbling stops)