Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Everything went fine. They're moving her into Recovery now.

If it's any consolation, I may have overcharged her.

Yeah. She's waiting for us.

Now, let me ask. Does your mother's insurance company require copies

Dr Isaacs says I'm lucky there's one available on such short notice.

Buffy doesn't need to hear aboutyour clumsiness right now.

Lack of muscle control. Mood swings...

You never sell these things together, ever. Bad news.

Work with me here.

- Buffy? - What? I'm going.

Everything with him was all "Eee!", you know?

I think I should talkto Dawn alone.

- Dawn's on her way over to you. Giles... - Understood.

Not much, until we determine if the tumour's operable,

You should know, Your Elaborate Marvellousness,

She in the habit of buyin' her enemies drinks?

- Yes, I believe I did. - Are you stupid or something?

but he doesn't have that bone in his head that tells him when to back off.

for the whole hour, just so Mom felt like we'd gotten our money's worth.

- No concern. - Right. Just a shadow.

Dark incantations. Always overwritten.

- You tell me. - Her mum's sickly.

Face it, white bread. Buffy's got a type, and you're not it.

It's a predator thing. Nothin' wrong with it.