Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You are using too much magic.

But it could have been one of a zillion heavenly dimensions.

Why not just call me "Horny" Giles, or "Desperate for a shag" Giles?

When things get rough, you don't even consider the options.

That's very progressive of me.

Clearly that is not a helpful book, darling.

- Older brother? - Father.

And the forms next to the cash register say that Rupert and Anya own the shop together.

- Perhaps we should try another book. - No.

With glasses. Well, that narrows it down considerably.

I like it. I feel like a Joan.

I'm like a superhero or something.

It was a genuine pleasure.

So how come I don't wanna bite you?

Don't blame me, you snobby, snotty, thinks-he's-so-great kinda jerk.

And I'll step in because...

To what? Violate my mind like that?

What? Did you just "ugh" my name?

I mean, I know there's the vampire problem, and...

I'm not leaving the shop. I have to protect the cash register and do some spells.

I can't believe I'm saying this.

Don't leave me.

- I kill your kind. - And I bite yours.

- Do you think we're...? - Sisters?

- Maybe it's Hallowe'en. - Doesn't feel like it.

I don't know. But we need our memories back. We have to get to a hospital.

I know that you guys are just trying to help, but it's too much.

If you guys understood how it felt.

never touch you, ever, ever again.

disappointment.