Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Just because I can't do the damage doesn't stop me aiming a loose cannon your way.

You've been strong long enough, Riley Finn.

But, tell me, college girl,

So we recon till nightfall?

Normally I wouldn't go with a colour this dark,

I really think maybe I should get you some help.

It's called a "blaster", Will. A word that tends to discourage experimentation.

- What's first? - Riley.

That's where you and I are different. I just suck at the whole grey-area thing.

I wake up to find that this blonde chick isn't even dating the guy she was so nuts about.

And that's a best-case scenario.

Could say the same about you. You're still the same old "better than thou" Buffy.

- It is. What do you know? - What do you need?

But there's gotta be somethin' I can do besides wait for you to pummel this gal.

All right. I'm just sayin', I think you're holdin' out on me.

Watching the RNC

- It's the least I can do. - Riley's right. It is the least he can do.

Buffy Summers. Buffy Summers. Buffy, Buffy... A lot of letters.

I'm from Iowa. We drive four hours for a high-school football game. Try me.

Previously on "Buffy the Vampire Slayer":

We've a rogue slayer on our hands. I can't think of anything more dangerous.

No, I told him the story. I vagued up a few bits, but no flat-out lies.

It's good you guys have such an honest relationship.

You're not his type. He's not big on sleaze.