Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm Buffy. freak of nature. Right?

You know. It's not just for scary religious people anymore.

You can't just bury stuff. Buffy.

Time out. Xander.

You're powerful in local circles.

You just dumped this thing on me

I mean. Is it a gathering. a shindig. Or a hootenanny?

I really freaked out.

and I can forgive that.

You know. School. Slaying... kid's stuff.

You have no appreciation of primitive art.

How about you by the dip?

I have an appointment with the mayor.

Willow. Please.

You and I are going to have a talk.

They are. They're waiting for you.

Pat wishes us quality time.

Not thinking about any more flights of fancy. I hope.

It's not like anyone will mind.

What do we do if they get in?

I thought it was going to make it all better.

maybe becoming a looker or a seer.

This whole Rambo thing is so over.

Fine. You stop acting like an idiot.

As for private schools.

for a smelly cheese night.

Hey! I need to talk to a Buddy.

Oh. My God. what a stench.

Well. I pretty much remembered the address.

I was just taking a break from all this wacky fun.

This isn't avoiding.