Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Aren't we manly? - One of us is. You're gonna hide till it's over.

- Not really. - I've got a great idea.

- What was that? - What was what?

Help! Help! Somebody, please!

Would you like to go out?

Well, I trust I gave good... squirm.

- Did I fall asleep already? - You miss your friends.

It's not, er...

You cry at every funeral.

It's not music, it's just meaningless sounds.

I really am gonna have to get you home.

..but it killed him.

Nobody ever seems to tell me anything else.

It's not right. I would be taking advantage.

Is there some crisis that requires instant action? Very far from here?

Do you think you can make sure the hospital gets the rest?

All's well that ends with cute ER doctors, I always say.

- I care from you lost-weekending at home. - I wasn't...

Detective Winslow. You're gonna have to come with me.

Giles? Who counts tardiness as the eighth deadly sin?

His name's Philip Henry. He was a friend of mine in London.

We'll meet outside the hospital at 8:30 sharp. I'll bring the weaponry.

Well, at least it's over.

- I'm really very attracted to you. - Good.

- Is everyone all right? - Super. I kicked a guy.

"It's not right. It wouldn't be proper."

And you know what? I have just the perfect music.

- What are you two up to? - Having a quick game of Anywhere But Here.

I'm so used to you being a grown-up,...

Look, the Mark of Eyghon, worn by his initiates.