Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How dare you raise your hand to your mother?
OK, listen up. Let's begin with
Excuse me.
I know the cheerleading thing didn't work out.
Oh, my God!
Turn up the music!
Well, you know, all your witchcraft.
Not really my tip, Mom.
I shall look upon her, and the dark place will have her soul!
Enough of the hyperbole!
Be sated. Release the unworthy.
- She's a witchy! - Buffy.
It's my yearbook from junior year.
Six, seven, eight!
Nothing thrilling. Average student, got detention once for smoking.
Jump and shoot, swish and score, the other team is such a bore. Yeah!
Is it me, or is she a bit looped?
- Cheerleading's a little too hairy these days. - Yeah. That's for sure.
Release the unworthy.
Brakes! Brakes!
You were chosen to destroy vampires, not to wave pompoms at people.
- Xander, what are you doing? - Saving you?
Honey...?
One, two, three...
Go, Sunnydale, go! Go, Sunnydale, go! Go, Sunnydale, go! Go!
I'm not allow... You'll have to come back later.
This is it.
Release!
I have a dream.