Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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