Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- It's a phone thing. - Who you gonna call?

Drive you guys away so it can have its way with me? Ever think of that?

This is not about hate.

Let's start with the easy stuff. How long have you known?

You're really worried about her.

But no one cares about how hard you work.

And we like the same things. Italian, skate punk,

From the constant pitter-patter of clomping teenage girlie feet.

(soldier) Med team tells me they took a look at the chip.

Keep us on that path.

- Kissing me didn't mean... - No.

- ..just the beginning. - What's happening?

Those were his exact words, ma'am.

- We're not on a mission, are we? - Hey, trust me.

(Kennedy) OK, hold up a sec.

It seems like fairy-tale crap to me, but if it matters to you...

(Spike) Popped another blood vessel, I think.

- Buffy! - The Bringers are probably coming.

I saw that, and I knew I wanted to sweep Scarlett off her feet.

- Listen to me... - No more listening.

(Buffy) Be careful.

Fading away in that creep, and you think it's fun?

- Do your parents know? - Yeah.

- Xander. - I know, they're out there all alone.

- Giles, you might wanna get out there. - God, what?

I knew it. Government conspiracy.