Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This guy could be anybody. He could be weird or crazy or old or...

No. Malcolm. No. And very nice.

Don't you see? I can give you everything.

She certainly looks perky.

The divine exists in cyberspace, same as out here.

- I want to repay you. - By lying to me?

- I think that nuclear missile thing capped it. - Right. Yours was best.

But before that, I need you to believe something that... you may not want to.

- Buffy, wait up. - I'm going to stay and clean up a little.

That's what Buffy doesn't understand.

Let's face it. None of us are ever gonna have a happy, normal relationship.

- Sure. - You have mail.

I'd guess Fritz. Or one of their zomboids from CRD.

- What is it? - Well, you're a computer geek... genius,...

- Where was it? - In a pile with others that were... scanned.

That's ajoke. You don't love anything.

I don't have that kind of power. "Techno pagan" is the term.

I know what you mean.

This is how droughts start.

- What does that say about me? - It doesn't say anything about you.

I'm looking at the logs. You and Dave are clockin' a scary amount of computer time.

You see right through my petty charade.

Oh, I knew you'd react like this.