Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Keep us on that path.

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Buffy) Be careful.

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

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

You're really worried about her.

- Buffy! - The Bringers are probably coming.

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

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

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

But no one cares about how hard you work.

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

- Do your parents know? - Yeah.

Those were his exact words, ma'am.

This is not about hate.

(Spike) Popped another blood vessel, I think.

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

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

I knew it. Government conspiracy.

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

(Kennedy) OK, hold up a sec.