Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Dawn, sweetheart, it's not that bad.
We got a secret weapon and his name is RJ.
Roll the dice ,zhuzhu
He was walking away, so unless his soul is in his ass...
Whoa. Hang on there, slappy. I'm not done with you yet.
It's true. You guys aren't...?
- Hey, Summers. - (Dawn) Um...
You've been out for half an hour and you've already stopped talking to invisible people.
I invite you in. Nimrod.
I refuse to answer that on the grounds that it didn't fit.
No.
So, I was wondering.
What do you care? This is how the game is played.
Right.
- I actually kinda liked him. - Right!
I know how guys like you work. You turn on the charm, you get whatever you want, right?
- You love him? - No.
Roll the dice ,zhuzhu Roll the dice,zhuzhu
I don't understand when his problems became yours - or mine.
What're you gonna do, use magic to make him into a girl?
- I tried to get you to back away. - That's right! You lied to me!
(girl) I've been thinking, and I think I can still cheer.
God, gross!
The school basement is making him crazy. We can't leave him there.
- Stop. You're not supposed to do this! - Why?
Then he, uh... what do you call it? Blossomed. That's what it was like.
(squeals and crashes to the floor)
- Whatever. - Oh!
I wish somebody would just get him off my back.
Listen what we say.
Oh, I'll kill the principal.
and having the thickest boy eyelashes boy in school."
Keeping up, or do you need an English to Constant Pain In My Ass translation?
Did you hear that? It isn't real.
Dawnie, honey, you seem... extremely perturbed.
- Bye, Rant Girl. - You could, like, paint a beautiful mural
You're all on the team.
(radio) The latest on Sunnydale's late-night bandit who is still at large.
(# "Theme From A Summer Place" by Percy Faith)