Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My parents were fighting all the time and skating was an escape.
Well, there you go. I don't have to be the Slayer. I could be dead.
Buffy. Thank you.
Maybe Buffy unplugged the phone.
We're extremely selective. In fact, only one other Sunnydale student met our criteria.
- Then I guess you must have passed. - It's not the kind of test you pass or fail.
Note to self, religion freaky
- I'm looking for Buffy. - She went with Giles about an hour ago.
..or two chickens, or something. You know what I'm saying!
Do we have to be introspective now?
You'd be amazed at how pompous and long-winded some of these watchers were.
Their credo is to sow discord and kill the unwary.
At least I'm the lameness who cares, which is more than you do.
I shouldn't even be bothering with this. It's all mootville for me.
Once you're well again, we'll have a coronation down main street.
The key? You mean this book is in some kind of code?
Look, Angel. I got some good pig's blood in. Good stuff...
I like to think of you more as my witless foil, but have it your way.
If you'd made an effort to be more thorough...
You'll make it right. I know.
- Who sent who? - The Order of Taraka.
Fear of frogs leads to this...
They're a breed apart, Buffy.
- Maybe better than I know myself? - What's this about?
- Bowling is a vicious game. - That's enough, Xander!