Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Easy. Everything's gonna be all right. - Toast!
I don't know.
But it could be.
What?
- I guess they're all messed up. - Yeah. Everybody's pretty lame.
Oh, no! No, not again! No!
Why did this happen?
No! No, it's not what you think.
Gotcha.
this doctor-minister man - no bull parts whatsoever.
Well, for starters, I probably wouldn't need to drink so much, would I?
A little.
This sucks.
I mean, I really can't afford to be very picky.
I had these thoughts and fears before this.
"Till death do us part. "
and it was hurt and sadness. "
You look lovely. Really lovely.
I’m sorry Or... good!
- Does this jerk ever shut up? - He's startin' to make my suckers twitch.
Nobody knows this, but the groom, he took off and no one can find him.
- Hello, young man. - Oh, Xander...
- Uncle? You don't recognise me, do you? - I'm sorry, I don't...
"And, if you let me, I'll take care of your heart too. "
Don't touch me with those nasty circus things!
Your future. Or his nightmare vision of your future.
Go where? Your place?
Excuse me.
I'd say you look like you're ready to get married.
They are? Oh, my. Oops.
- We're practically family now. - Neat. I can put this on the table for you.
Well, maybe if I ask Anya, I can still go with the traditional blood larva and burlap.
- Why? What's wrong? - Nothing!
Toast! A toast to the Harris clan.
that's anachronistic and misogynistic and who do you think you are, a sea captain?"
You must be so happy for Xander on his very special, once-in-a-lifetime day, Mr Harris.
I think we're all set here.