Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Is this some psych test? Am I getting paid?

The boys are barbarians.

Who doesn't look good with a harp?

I just wanted us not to fight any more.

For Buffy and Tara, this I char.

Let's just forget it ever happened.

And I can't take it any more.

I know it feels like we've been through this before.

Now look at what you've done. That thing is gonna eat my ring.

You don't know who you are.

I don't like this.

I mean, it's so blah. Joan?

Cos honest to Pete, a shopkeeper's heart can only take so much.

- A tarty stepmom, half old Daddy's age. - Tarty?

Bloody hell! What are you doing?

- We're getting married. - Did you know?

Of all the nerve.

What? I'm just saying what everyone's thinking. Right, baby?

They seem to want Randy. And I seem to be pretty strong. Wicked strong.

I smell fear. And it smells good.

- Oh, God. I'm English. - Welcome to the nancy tribe.

Or maybe you go out with me.

Oh, God! What is it with you guys?

A little debt collecting, perhaps?

Come on. This way. Up the ladder.