Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Darkness. - Piles of it.

Hey! Wasn't that Robespierre the coolest?

You know, like, "Should I be watching my back?"

No, thanks, Willow.

I guess you're gonna have to kill her.

- How's it going in there? - Good.

Oh, God, sorry! Didn't see the sign.

Yay! Yay for Spikey!

This was the guy who declared the rights of man,

Homey. You know what else he might find homey

- What? - End my torment.

Will, you're missing my point. I agree that Marat wasn't a real martyr,

Has Buffy gotten to you yet? I saw her patrolling just now... with a stake!

MEASURE TWICE! CUT ONCE!

But real life is slow and it's hurting my occipital lobe.

The cataracts give them their newt-like appearance.

I know you do. I can make us some later.

Harmony, is it a sodding breadbox?

What's happening to me?

My stomach's growling, I'm so starved.

My head's all clear now. No more bug-zapper in my noggin.

If that's what I wanted, then I'd be dating Spike.

He understands what's wrong with you. He's the only one that can help.

Very convincing. Makes me completely wanna put myself under government control.

- What if you have a heart attack? - Listen. Calm down.

Butterflies in the old belly?