Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Buffy, I love you. God, I love you so much.
Shoot the nasty butterflies for the good doctor.
- A chip in my head. - Actually, the Tensor chip is for Android
I'm gonna rip Spike's head off. I'm gonna...
Harmony, if your incessant prattling bollockses up this operation,
I've got a proposition for you.
- Riley? - I'm OK. OK.
- Your body won't take this kind of stress... - I can handle it.
- I'm not permitted to say. - Say.
Anyway, I want eggs.
- So talk. - What's going on, man?
But with that pulse I'd get on my knees and beg, if I thought I could change your mind.
Loving you is the scariest thing I've ever done, Buffy.
You know, the... back of your brain.
Riley?
Funny. I've got a proposition for you. What about knocking?
Call the Initiative. If they know what's wrong, they have to help.
- It means he can't even pick flowers. - What? Yes, I can!
I'm totally her arch-nemesis!
Like what? Take a tour of the White House and pretend to get lost, and...
You want the cereal prize, but not the cereal. You are growing up.
This is a complicated neurological procedure and I've never performed it before.
- This working hard is hard work. - Isn't it crazy like that?
I like chicken fingers with mustard when I'm sick.
I just keep thinking how cool it would be,
- You can't. I'm going home. - And your friend can't convince you to...
Only this is more of a beige...
Spike, I want you.
It's so pink and wriggly-looking.
You don't want this.
- Why would you say that? - Come on.
She's found me!
Stay here. We're gonna need you.
Hey, you wanna go again? I bet this place is just teeming with aerodynamic vampires.
Honestly, Dawn, how many bowls of cereal are you planning on eating?
My stomach's growling, I’m so starved.
Apparently not. Don't worry, Will, you still wear the smarty-pants in the family.