Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh! That's right. There can only be one. As long as I'm alive there is no one else.
Unlike vampires, they have no earthly desires but to collect their bounty.
No one blinks an eye if you spend all your days with books.
Whatever comes out of your mouth is a waste of breath, an airborne toxic event.
So, really, when you think about it, what's the diff?
I just wish we knew where she was.
He is passing under our feet right now.
- Willow... - Don't warn the tadpoles!
Don't feed me that I just saw her a minute ago, she's around here somewhere story.
Yeah. I'll never be a kid.
- May I? - Be my guest.
He's not happy unless I'm jumping. I would not be here otherwise.
OK. A regular kid and her cradle-robbing, creature-of-the-night boyfriend.
Oh, forgive me.
Even Dalton, the big brain, can't make heads or tails of it.
- Tomorrow's Tuesday. - I know.
Free?
What is all this?
Yeah.
Excommunicated and sent to Sunnydale. There's a guy big with the sinning.
We all enjoy the patronage of this establishment. Everybody's happy!
And suck the spontaneity out of being young and stupid? I'd rather be in the dark.
- This is it, then. - It hums. I can hear it.