Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I didn't mean that.

Oh, no, thank you. I...

Dip is tasty, isn't it?

- What? No way. - We can't just leave you, Buff.

I mean, I think maybe, in the long run, that he's right.

[Prom Goers Yell As Song Plays]

So you better get back to work and quit goofing.

He's 243 years old.

- You work here? - [Sighs Deeply]

now come to be joined.

Angel's gonna lose it, but not his soul.

And how she has to wear a name tag.

let him speak now...

You think Buffy's gonna let us down?

And you have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone.

Ooh, ooh! I got into Tucker's E-mail account.

No mirrors, no natural light.

but I think we both know that there are some hard choices ahead.

[High Voice] I love you, Xander.

Got ya. Or check and see...

Can we not, please?

come back here and spend some time together.

Is Buffy Summers here tonight?

- Very well, thank you. - Yes, thank you.

Nothing personal, but when a guy does that, just means his eyes are open.

You know how much I love you. It kills me to say this.

All right. Perhaps strength in numbers...

But don't you already have all the dresses?

- But he should if he... - Wil, it's OK.

with the whole post-slayage nap thing.

Whatever that means.

No! You guys are gonna have a prom, the kind of prom everyone should have.

I always say patrol's not complete without a trip to the stinky sewers.

Burning a hole in Daddy's wallet, as usual.