Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All right, time to pay up and go home, guys.
Yeah. A pitcher of Black Frost.
The beer.
Buffy Summers, Stevenson.
- I was just drawing a parallel... - Beer.
It's on us.
No, I've cut you off.
Buffy. I don't know what to say.
No. No neat. I served them that beer.
Then go back to their lives, better for it,
Bye.
If he were tied and gagged and left in a cave that vampires happen to frequent,
- A man's gotta make a living. - It's all right.
I'm impressed that you care so much about her.
- Buffy. - Now, before you go
- Yeah. What do you like? - Well, I don't hate this, for a start.
- Oh, Riley. So sorry. - It's OK. You know, most people go around.
Do you think one day you might?
that predate the fermentation of malt and fine hops.
I'm not the dad of her. Buffy's a grown-up. She's intelligent enough to...
- I tried calling. - Yeah, I've been at the library.
Right. Parker and his latest conquest. That boy should have his attention span checked.
- I don't get what you mean. What did I do? - She shared something intimate with you.
People shouldn't have to ask first: "Are you gonna be eyeing other prospects tomorrow?"