Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Why didn't he attack Buffy himself? - I don't know.

Does it involve a midget and a block of ice?

- Let me leave. - But I love you.

Thank you, I'll pass.

You should see the bones I've been casting.

- I haven't slept much lately. - Don't sweat it.

I command you."

OK, slightly. Just not knowing what he's really like.

Hey, I just hope he's good enough for you. I think it's great that you met someone.

Besides convince a perfectly nice kid to try and kill me? I don't know.

I'm sorry, guys. I'm just thinking about...

I did not suggest that you illegally enter...

I'm a coward and I can't go on living like this.

It has no... no texture, no context.

At least now I'll have some peace.

You get me started! We are totally overreacting.

- ..skim it. - "Scan" it, Rupert. That's "scan" it.

If I wanted to find out about someone who e-mailed me, could I trace the letter?

I mean, boys don't chase me around all the time.

- Willow was looking for you. - Good. I need to talk to her.

Oh, you probably have some vampire slaying or some lame endeavour like that, don't you?

It was amazing.

- You have a secret and that's not allowed. - Why not?

"Binding ritual..."

with my own two eyes.

Couldn't you just stop Moloch by entering some computer virus?

"I'm thinking of you, too."

..where only a few white guys can get at it.

Well... No. He doesn't talk like somebody who would have a hairy back.

This one doesn't have a whole lot more to say.

- I can't bust it. It's heavy steel. - Then let's find another way in.

What's in cyberspace at the moment is less than divine.

Hey there, Dave. Anybody home?

Yeah. Colour in the cheeks, bounce in the step.

Or hear me! What was up last night? I tried your line a million times.