Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's a trap door. It seems to lead to the sewer.

Put that book down, do you hear?

"I'm sorry. " Everybody's sorry.

I know I messed up, OK? And I wanna fix it.

- This place certainly needs a good tidying. - Oh, yes.

Carded! Driver's licences.

As proprietor of a magic shop, I propose we fight them.

No! No more spells.

Hey, take it easy, guy. OK. No one's hurt, right?

And why am I fightin' other vampires?

You're not too old to put across my knee, you know, sonny.

Don't worry. Me neither.

Almost there. C'mon. There we go.

Does anyone remember anything?

A little confused. I mean, I'm all sweaty, and trapped,

You know, the clonky sandals. Not a harp.

But here, look.

- Here. Let's give 'em these. - Well done.

and more of a paperwork type.

It's not good for you, Willow.

Thanks for the jacket. It's cold out there.

OK. I'm not panicking. I'm not. I'm not. Stop looking at me like I'm panicking.

- I said, you owe us. - Who? Me?

- There's nothing you can say. - Tara, I didn't mean to...

Not to be Miss Psycho Pep Squad, but we must stop obsessing about what we did

No need to get cute. It's a disguise.

Wherever "here" is.

Look at this stuff on these shelves.

We didn't wreck. We didn't know.

Not so much. You go ahead. Tell Giles to hold up. I'll be there in a sec.

fixing things to your liking.

Why don't you just jump to the chase? Tell them that you're...

I know this must be awful for you.