Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I sense bitterness.

Well, you know it's a whole week of What's My Line, only... I don't get to play.

- Try what? - Uh... I'm sorry.

- What is it, then? - It's nothing.

It's that bloody Slayer. Whatever I do, she's muckin' up the works.

Not tiny in the small sense, of course. OK, I'm done now.

He was not overreacting. This ring is worn only by members of the Order of Taraka.

- As in police? - As in polyester, doughnuts and brutality.

- We're not gonna be young for ever. - Yes, but I'll always be stupid.

I treat you vamps good. I don't hassle you. You don't hassle me.

Note to self: religion - freaky.

Speaking of... I have to bail, but I'll be back bright and early tomorrow and ready to slay.

- Do I like shrubs? - That's between you and your God.

..and now the vampires have stolen something from du Lac's tomb.

I've been indexing the Watcher diaries covering the last couple of centuries.

What can I do? Carve stakes for a nursery?

We're closed! Can't you read the sign?

Please, make yourself comfortable.

You think this is funny?

I have frog fear

You're being remarkably immature.

However, it was written in archaic Latin so that only sect members could understand it.

..is linked to the one you slayed last night?

Oh, here I am. Personal shopper or motivational speaker. Neato.

I just figured it was your everyday vamp high jinks.

You're to meet with Mr McCarthy, recruiter for the world's leading software concern.

They just put up the assignments for the career fair...

I'm afraid you are not in a position to threaten.

I mean, I'd have gone with the Cross-o-matic or the Amazing Mr Cross.

- When I get outta here, I'll do more than that. - Then I suggest you move quickly.

They go together, like chicken and... another chicken,...