Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You guys look so beautiful!
But it's my duty. I'm Buffy the bridesmaid.
Man, what if it doesn't?
I can't, An, I'm sorry.
This sounds crazy, I know, but you have to believe me.
- You'll be in the pictures, Mom. - I think your hair looks lovely.
- Anya, wait up! - This bride waits for no one.
Right. I can't keep all these ridiculous traditions straight.
OK.
You gotta grab the lip between your thumb and your finger,
I can't believe everyone bought that story about Anya's people being circus folk.
That would be unfair. We must share equally in the cosmic joke that is bridesmaids-dom.
- But you can't marry Anya. - But...
"Alone was better. "
I'm tired of crying.
OK.
Previously:
He's not just a minister, he's also a doctor.
South Side, 1914?
I love to see you cry. And now I'd love to see you scream.
Watch it, it's still plugged in.
what with Xander's relatives and her demons.
Buffy, you've gotta do something.
If you were so unhappy, why didn't you leave?
You said I resembled your mother-in-law.
Sara's a weirdo! Sara's a weirdo!
I'm gonna go look for him. I'm gonna find him. And you're gonna stall.