Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Buffy... You scared me.
The phone rang a few hundred times, then I remembered her mom is out of town.
Right. Cos I lie awake at night hoping you tweekos will be my best friends.
As long as he's not smelly, dirty or... something gross.
- Excuse me? - The pig.
No, but these people can't tell from one test what we're gonna do for the rest of our lives.
Colour me stunned.
I think the best thing we can do is to find a secure location.
I'm so inspired by your leadership, I'm thinkin' principal school.
- Big guns? - The Order of Taraka.
Which means we can expect to be here late tonight.
God, you act like I picked this gig, but remember I'm the picked.
- Yeah. - It was written by du Lac. Damn it!
..done a great job with the fair, hasn't he?
That would introduce too many variables into their number-crunching little world.
Perhaps you're right. There may be fierce battles ahead.
I'll dance with you, pet,...
I don't know, I don't know.
- What about you? That cut... - Forget about me. We gotta get you out.
About a couple of hundred demons ago.
No, Angel, it's not you.
We'll never complete your cure with that bitch breathing down our necks.