Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And I cannot tie this tie. Where's your best man? Isn't she supposed to do this?

- It doesn't matter now. - So we'll be OK?

I'm so glad you're here.

I've waited a long time for this, Anyanka.

Stop calling us freaks!

I wanted to. I should have!

You're welcome.

- but now that you're from the future... - Please listen to me.

- Xander, you're not ready yet? - Look at my hair.

- Tony! - Oh, yeah.

Well, one of us has to make some money.

Buffy needed me. I had to help.

If I'd known you were comin', I'd have baked a cake.

Guys! Will you break it up?

Cry, Anyanka, Cry!

Yeah, right. Thanks for the advice, Uncle... Help me here.

Bein' circus folks is suddenly heritage now?

This totally isn't happening. We should've known she'd never...

Tell me you love me

- You know I don't eat wheat. - You don't eat anything, freak.

Duty, schmuty. I'm supposed to be best man.

You had no business fighting demons with her.

I'm Xander Harris.

Oh, God, it just hurts my heart to think of her.

You think children should be raised in ignorance of our ways?

What'd you call me, you drunken piece of sh...?

Look at you. You look great, Mr About To Get Married. Glowing.

I'll say this for the Y-chromosome:

Nothing's wrong. It's just the minister.

God, this is hard.

I've been meanin' to cut back on that habit-forming oxygen.

You know, it's bad luck to see me in my dress.