Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Size doesn't matter? - They're all going to abandon you, you know.

They always will.

- So we break the spell. - Let's do it fast.

Look, things get pretty intense freshman year, as I dimly recall.

I mean, I got better things to do than tag along to some fraternity.

- Glad you could make it. - The wall's closed up behind us.

Believe me, there's nothing to be afraid of.

You must've noticed I'm not the social butterfly

She thinks I'm not ready to be a full-blown witch.

No. But we were caught off-guard when Ethan turned everyone into their costumes.

I have a neat idea. Let's get out of here.

- What's wrong? - Couldn't get 'em off...

- It's gone. - OK, that is not sanitary.

Good. Oh, God, good!

Caesar? Betrayal? Trusted friend?

What I'm saying is, I'm right with ya. Right by your side.

What is wrong with you?

I know what it's like to have power you can't control.

That's your scary costume?

I'm gonna have to patrol anyway.

- Wine coolers? - Magic.

Buffy, knock it off. The skit's over. I'm right here.

- What are you doing? - I am gonna sit here and grade papers.

I come bearing spiders.

Anya, you, ex-demon, terrorised mankind for centuries.

Well, that's an interesting little design. What does it mean?

But now's not the time to let that stuff tear us apart.

I think you're missing something about the whole poop-head principle.

Oh, no. Someone's getting Nostalgic Face.

Open your heart to someone and...

Do we have to do this every time? I love you. You know that.

I know. I kinda like him worrying, anyway.

What does that mean?

Does stretching count?

- Those guys go all out. - As witnessed last Friday.

This is the way we came in, right? We just went in a circle.

I've never said any such thing.

See? Concerned Boy. Sweet Boy.