Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Frankly, I'm scared of what I might do. - Yeah, I get that.

But sometimes it's not just talk, right?

Keep your shorts on. We have to do the ritual if we wanna score.

My office hours are ten to four.

I hurt you, Buffy, and I will pay.

Plus the salivating Hellmouth under her feet and the whole...

Maybe you're trying so hard to help you're seeing paranormal when there's just normal.

But the thing is, with bullies, they're just...

She'll tell you. Someday she'll tell you.

I have a job for you.

Where are my infinite riches?

Time is running out. It's Friday, the day Cassie said she's going to die.

Poems. Always a sign of pretentious inner turmoil.

I know what it's like to walk these halls and feel lost, alone.

I'm in ceramics class with you. I'm Dawn Summers.

- Which is when? - What?

There's a girl. She's in danger, and she needs your help. Now.

I can't. I just know it's gonna happen.

Well, I got suspended. Talk like that is taken pretty seriously where I come from.

OK, that is going on your permanent record.

Oh, just for me, I guess.

Vampire by vampire. It's the only way I know.

- I'm over you now, sweetie. - Love poems.

I don't know. Amateur opinion here, but she looks dead.

- I was wondering why I... - Have this job?

(Cassie laughs)

I know. It's gonna be bad.

I don't mean to be a pain. You seem nice. I know you're just trying to help.

Spike, stop it! What did you do?

Look, she was worried and now I'm worried and I wasn't pretending at all.

She's here, but not "part of the gang" here,

You can't be dead.

I can't. I can't hear you.

"But dirt waits for no woman, and coins will buy no time."

Almighty Avilus, please accept our sacrifice.