Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Of course sometimes a little is enough.

You and I both know what you hunger for, what you need.

- I'm not gonna be fighting Friar Tuck. - You never know who you will be fighting.

You tell me. You're the mystery guy that appears out of nowhere.

Then I'm going home for some major moping.

I know you're there. And I know what you are.

Come on, Buffy.

- Do you? I'm just an animal, right? - You're not an animal.

Come on, Angel. Just say yes.

She lives very much in the now.

He comes to America, shuns other vampires and lives alone.

- You don't think I came alone, do you? - I know I didn't.

I guess I slipped and cut my neck on...

I just feel better with you safe and sound inside. You must be beat.

For us to have a conversation about a guy, there'd have to be a guy to talk about.

It's late, I'm tired and I don't wanna play games. Show yourself.

I once drank a gallon of Gatorade without taking a breath.

Let's take a breath and look at this calmly and objectively.

That fantasy part has nothing to do with you.

He spent the night? In your room? In your bed?

I know. Me, too.

Maybe not. But I think it's a start.

- What do you do, Angel? - He's a student.

We'll see about that. En garde!