Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

looks good in a tux.

- Dad, make him cut it! - You should talk to your mother about that.

But you can change things.

Cousin Carol, your earrings are my cuff links.

- Xander, one of Anya's presents got loose! - Got loose?

You'll see what I've seen.

- But... - I am so sorry.

What? Xander's gone? What should we do?

- First word! - One word!

I'm tryin' to make myself an Irish coffee, but this stupid thing is on the fritz.

You don't recognise me, Anya?

But she seems like a very nice attempt at making me jealous.

- Is it too small? - Nah.

It's a joke. Xander's playing a joke.

I thought you might need convincing.

That's it. Checkout's at 11.

- Don't let your mom near the bar. - Check.

and then you have to slice right through the centre of the meat.

- Don't bring her into this! - Fine. Forget her.

And Xander's family. I haven't seen them that bad since my Bat Mitzvah.

- You tell me why he left! - He left because of you.

Guess who agreed to be my date for tonight.

How's about some breakfast?

It doesn't change anything,

Are you ready to go?

She was a vengeance demon for a thousand years.

Shouldn't I be all Marlene Dietrich-y in a dashing tuxedo number?

It's a fully alive squiggly thingy - and why is Halfrek a bridesmaid?

I'm just so tired, D'Hoffryn.

For the last time.

Found your shoes. Your fly's zipped.

I mean no disrespect, of course.

She made us pay for the whole thing and now she's gonna louse it up. Women!