Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't see her. If anything happens to her, I'll...

..and more about that slayer you've been tramping around with.

Right. Let's go.

I'll, erm... I'll patrol. You know, keep an eye on things.

- Xander's just... - When'll you start wearing matching outfits?

- Buffy, please calm down. - I'll calm down when you explain yourself!

- OK, for a minute it was touch and go there. - You came through.

He's sweet, but... he's not you.

- I don't think the spell worked out. - It bombed. No biggie.

# Got the love, got the love

Happy Valentine's Day, Dru.

Well, we can always try again. I am still pretty new at this.

No, I'm not. That... that was my mom, remember?

..goddess of love and the hunt,...

Will, I think I know what you've been thinking. But this is all my fault.

- What? - Well, I liked spending time with you.

Hey, get your hands off me!

What's going on? Where am I?

- OK, now I really think we've lost 'em. - Dammit, what's going on?

Oz, if you could aid us in finding, erm... Buffy?

Yeah. Parallel universe, maybe.

- Well, not physically. - Perfect.

Just the basic. Can't eat, can't sleep, can't breathe anything but little old moi,

Why don't you rip her lungs out? That might make an impression.

How do you feel about eternal life?

It's in my locker.

- Blackmail is an ugly word. - I didn't say blackmail.

# Right this time

- Hi, Oz! - Hi.

I was on the phone all night listening to Willow cry about you.

Funny. I know what your face wants.

- So, anyway, I thought... - Hi, Xander.

I'm sorry. But never.

I think it's more of a hot night, don't you?

- Cool! - I think you've now told everybody.

- Buffy, it's me. - Yeah. You just startled me a little.