Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Almost done. Let me just get a few stray hairs from the body.
I didn't sleep well last night.
Since when do you touch my girl?
By whoring around with other guys and taunting me!
Oh! Uh. Buffy. Are you OK?
Where's the gun?
What you need is a trained. not-too-crazy professional
He'll make you start a dream journal.
You could put it that way if you want to Mr Technical
but I can get in a few stakings before sunrise.
I had dreams that she was still alive.
It's this guy. He...
I'm his everything.
Giles: Let her finish. Buffy.
I am all you've got!
sporting a nasty black eye.
and I wish I didn't have to.
And the strain of the primitive remained alive and active.
I knew him.
He does love me.
Debbie: It's OK.
Rabbis?
Let's just pretend for a second that...
What's the deal. Giles?
Get away from the cage.
Faithfulness and devotion. things born of fire and roof were his.
[Quietly] Except for the parts about rabbits.
yet he retained his wildness and wiliness.
Sorry. I got... I've just been...
Sorry I'm late.
But in case there's trouble... there won't be.
exactly did you rest your eyes for?
They like you. Agree with you.
How could it not be conclusive?
I think we broke her.
God. You're all right.
[Grr]
and a full moon rose high over the trees.
He's just being Oz.
Uh... we could ask Faith to watch over him.
OK. Uh... little too much excitement for the Wilster here.
Oz ate someone last night.
Do you believe it was a prophecy?
Probably.
No. Debbie. You did not drink that. Did you?