Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Every time I close out the cash register. The dance of capitalist superiority.

You do this every night?

There's something Anya and I... wanna tell you.

I thought we could hang out, or something.

If you had a real peg leg, you wouldn't just have a lame costume.

Where I come from, this sort of thing requires much in the way of libation.

You have to plan for babies, or they'll just run roughshod over your entire existence.

- Yeah. It's Dawn. - Dawn? What happened?

No, all right. Let's just, um...

Kids these days, eh?

I know. I mean, I am the luckiest ex-demon in the world.

- I wish. - Ah! Freshman.

And we all know how splendidly that turned out for Mickey.

- Sorry about the party. - Nah, don't worry about it.

And start. And all the stuff in the middle.

"Ho-hum" OK? Or like "Oh, my God, I think I'm gonna pee my pants" OK?

Excuse me! Can we fight now?

Much as I will Xander's vigorous use of his tongue.

I've seen you, too.

you haven't exactly been big with the whole range-of-human-emotions thing.

I thought you were waiting for the right moment.

I'm sure you'll spend many years of... non-hell-dimensional bliss.

Shiver me timbers.

- How could you not know? - I just met him!