Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So, are you going to the Bronze tonight?

- She said she'd be in the girls' locker room. - Great.

- No answer. - Damn it.

A diary, yes. I imagine that's what it is.

He's so smart, Buffy, and he's romantic, and we agree about everything.

Willow, I think it's really great that you have this cool pen pal, but...

you guys are saying Moloch is in this computer?

But you promised.

Well, my uncle used to work there... in a floor-sweeping capacity.

Fritz comes on a little strong, but he does have a point.

Willow scanned him into her file. It may be a futile gesture, but I suggest we delete it.

That's probably it, right? I'll just delete the whole thing.

I knew this would happen sooner or later.

Everything flows through me.

Well, you could pull out somebody's profile based on their user name.

..and you guys call her home.

- Oh! - Good morning, kids.

In the Dark Ages, the souls of demons were sometimes trapped in certain volumes.

Cool. But this is lab time, so make it a short visit, OK?

- What do you want? - To ask you something, if you have a minute.

A moment, please, of quiet reflection.

Kayless with a K.

If you're not jacked in you're not alive

- You read, I type. Ready? - I am.

Yeah, I heard. But you'll miss out.

- I thought you'd be happy for me. - I just want you to be sure.

When I've examined it, you can... er...