Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Where's Buffy? - Cordy, get outta here!
- You have no idea what I'm going through. - I know it's not love!
..well, erm, brutal displays of... he would think of it as affection, I suppose.
- I think we've all grown. I gotta go. - We don't have to cast any spells.
Right.
- Better than everyone trying to murder you. - Mostly, but, uh...
Me? I'm not the one who embraced the black arts just to get the girls to like me.
No matter how lame he is.
Bad break-up, huh?
- Sorry, my mistake. - Yeah, I should say so.
You know what you did. Xander is wounded because of you.
And you know what? I'll date whoever the hell I wanna date.
Fuck my ass now Put it in
I mean, I care far too much about you to...
You mean the spell was for me?
- Really? - Yeah. We can comfort each other.
Me? I'll... I'll be fine.
And keep your mom-aged mitts off my boyfriend.
Goddess Hecate, to you I pray...
- The one with the 35OSLO? - The very one.
He's mine.
# Cos you got to stay mine
It's beautiful.
Get off me!
Not like this.
Alone at last.
I seem to be having a slight case of nudity here.
Would lap dancing enter into that scenario at all? Cos I find that very comforting.
I don't wanna know. I don't have a puppy. Skip it.
# Unless you've seen those tears
# You can never understand me