Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You wanna help us get researchy? We're trying to invade Buffy's date's privacy.
- I can't tell if I've got the right rope. - That depends what it's for.
Wear hoops, they'll catch, rip your lobe off. Lobes flying everywhere.
No, I meant move on from this imposed super-self-reliance.
Um... yeah.
Watching a reality show about a millionaire.
I have this whole theory about a promotion. Or he's evil.
- I have an assignment for you. - I follow Buffy's orders now.
- Buffy? - Oh, Principal Wood. It's you.
You look good.
- If we play the percentages... - Something's eating Xander's head.
Might be a date.
That would've been bad. Listen, is this because I'm friends with Buffy?
Something functional around the house, or, you know, recreational.
Spike has a soul now. That's what's gonna stop him from hurting people.
- Looks like you found her some stuff. - Oh, hello. Yes.
Ooh! Ahh! It burns as it ineffectually passes through me.
It didn't work cos there wasn't enough blood.
- So, you're freelance? - Hm...
Uh-huh, uh-huh.
Well, there's a good chance, but I'm hoping for the best.
Because, guys, we have to face it, we know nothing about the First.
I like that you like hot cocoa. Redeye, please.
I should go. I don't wanna be late.
It can't just keep happening that demon women find me attractive.
There must be a reason why the chip is going wonky.
I have to ask. Why on earth did you make that decision?
I could never do that.
Like a bidet of evil
You don't need a manual, it's intuitive.
(Xander) You killed your best friend.
Is that right? Why's that, then?
And the principal?
See? I knew it.
Nothing? No records or certificates?
That's gotta be rough. Getting pulled out of your home,
By which I mean, for example, boating or mountain climbing.
More importantly, you just hit me. Why didn't your chip go off?
- Hey, someone's here. - Guys, guess what?