Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I'm thinking that... - Hey, I got something.

I think it's worse when I'm here.

Excuse me, one lousy potential vampire.

and hopefully not "under my feet here in another time dimension" here.

It's not enough. I need to fix this. I don't usually get a heads-up before somebody dies.

Good grades, good kid, then, all of a sudden, not-so-good grades,

You're asking my sister to the dance, and she's your second choice?

She's a girl right? Making boys crazy is like your job description.

I guess sometimes you can't help.

No, I just know that next Friday I'm gonna die.

- Well, she can't. - Maybe she can.

That's why I don't have time to mess around. So you need to talk to me. Now.

Nah... you wish

I always thought closed caskets were more tasteful anyway.

Like maybe your sister makes it hard for you to establish your own identity.

- Who are you? - I'm a bad man.

- OK. - D'you understand?

- And she borrows my clothes without asking. - I understand. That must be hard.

And I'll connect with your face if you don't stop wasting my time and help me do my job.

Hey, look. Check this. She's got her own site.

I just... don't.

- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... - Don't worry about it.

That's... that's funny. You're Dawn's sister, right?

"I hear the chatter of the bugs. It's they alone will feast."

I set up this booby trap my cousin Ben always used to do...

- I just didn't get much sleep last night. - It's been a long week, huh?

A tattoo? Oh, right. I can imagine that.