Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tall glasses of frosty relaxation on me. Nectar of the working man.
Then go. You're not really here anyway.
There was an accident, in the woods.
Being exposed to the Rwasundi for a few seconds can cause vivid hallucinations.
What the hell did you do?
I know I haven't been everything I should be.
Time has no meaning here. Gina, I'm takin' a break.
You must have missed something. Will you check again?
I know just where to start.
funnelling your essence back into your body,
- Oh, God. Oh, God. - Shut up.
- Where'd you put it? - Are you kidding me?
Nice job. She totally bought it.
- Never's a long time, baby. - Apparently, not long enough.
No, it's OK. I didn't expect you to stop doing magic just because...
The things you do.
It's rape.
If they knew who you really were?
Yeah. I'm not going anywhere.
I love you.
No, don't close your eyes.
There are things that...
Wanna go for a spin?
There is no us. Get that through your meaty head. I am not your girlfriend any more.
That's it, put it on me. Put it all on me.
One dead girl doesn't tip the scale.
You think it's you.
Keep your potatoes peeled for the Slayer. I don't want any surprises.
This just can't be me. It isn't me.
- The brunette? - She's kinda cute.
- You know? - Who gets to...?
So, you three have, what? Banded together to be pains in my ass?
What?
We'll give her another dose. A stronger one.
All right. Listen to me. Buffy. Buffy.