Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- nobody's hands ever got toasted before. - I imagine not.
- Are you Amy? - I don't understand.
I love you, Mom.
Yeah. You're the Slayer, and we're, like, the Slayerettes.
I was, uh, photo editor. I got to be on every page. Made me look more popular than I was.
Pardon me for finding the glass half full.
Yes!
You little brat.
- That's a comfort! - That's the thrill of living on the Hellmouth.
Hi!
I train with my mom - three hours in the morning, three at night.
Why do my hands sweat when I get nervous?
- I'm fine. - I assume the, er...
a biological imperative whereby I can't understand you because I'm not 16.
I didn't know you wanted to be a cheerleader. You lost a lot of weight.
- It's not her. - The test was positive. She's our Sabrina.
Your turn to drive. OK, people, let's buckle up.
"Your own thing" got you kicked out of school...
Amy, help me. Which is the hydrochloric acid and which is the ammonium hydroxide?
"Witches: Historic Roots To Modern Practice. Checked out by Alexander Harris."
Or, I could be wrong. Maybe you should beat around the bush more.
A blessing in Cordelia's case. A curse in Buffy's.
Do you ever wish you could be 16 again?
- What's all this? - It's for the tribal art display.
Where are you?
- I told Buffy about Amber. - Cool. Was she wearing it?
Hey, I'm really sorry you guys got bumped back to alternate.
And keep her away from the science lab. We'll need it to cast our counterspells.
Oh, and you'll need some eye of newt.
Quality juice. Not from concentrate.
Start the engine.
By appealing to your common sense, if such a creature exists.
Just how many more hours a day can I practise?
- I got kicked off the team, didn't I? - I don't think it was your fault.
May God help her. This is a bloodstone vengeance spell.