Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

OK, be careful, you guys. The place doesn't look too stable.
Sorry. That came out a little blunter than I intended.
No offence, but you do look wicked conspicuous.
You want me to tear this place apart, you poof?
Right, perfect.
Dumb jock. If it wasn't for you, he still would be.
- You don't know what my life is like. - I'm dying to find out.
Looking for you. She who hangs out in cemeteries.
The one in the library.
Yeah, delivering melted cheese on bread, doing your part to keep America constipated.
So I can watch you flirt with that redhead?
- Oh, yeah, I've heard of the Slayer. - Fill me in.
Buffy.
- What's a slayer? - Slayer?
It's just doomed. And I can't do doomed again right now. I'm sorry.
I can't be with you. It's a huge, black pit of a mistake and I can't go there again.
and I come from a long line of fry cooks that don't live past 25.
- Special hazards? - Unknown.
- Look, I really think... - Riley, I just...
Do you know what a hellmouth is? Do you have a fancy term for it?
- Stop. Look, just clear out, OK? - Fine. But you break anything else
- and snuggle with your honey. - Why can't it be?
Ever been to Iowa, Riley? God, if that's even your name.
- Or I was. - Tell them about the symbol.
Goodbye, Dru. See you in hell.
Buffy! Over here.