Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I think we're near the library.
No, I mean you're stupid.
Riley's, um, busy.
The dorm that had the Somebody Sneezed Party and the Day That Ends In Y Party.
"Slick like ghoul and gird in moonlight, father of portents and brother to blight."
Well, then, let me. You're part of some military monster squad
OK, that makes 0-4 billion.
Hey, I got my own reality and it sure ain't virtual
If we don't find what we're looking for, we're facing an apocalypse.
You say you wanna help me out
- Anything wrong? - Wrong?
It isn't digging up the bones of a child for fun.
- I mean, it's like... - It's the end of the world.
Probably nothing we haven't handled before.
You see me with my clothes off, I look like...
What are you?
Don't let him jump in the Hellmouth. If he does, we're finished!
So what do we do?
Fair enough.
I do not have time for this.
Big freaky cereal boxes of death.
I mean, you're a fry cook and so am I.
So I'm one step closer to melting in a sea of molten hellfire?
you couldn't even keep Dog Boy happy. You can take the loser out of high school, but...
Ask around. Look it up.
I saw that...
Fag off! It's no concern of yours.
- Well, you can't. - Yeah, I know I can't. But Buffy's special.
Wow! That flippy thing that you did...
Well, the shirt is kinda not very threatening, and the short pants...