Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I have an appointment with the mayor.

Well. I pretty much remembered the address.

This isn't avoiding.

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

You can't just bury stuff. Buffy.

Fine. You stop acting like an idiot.

Oh. My God. what a stench.

You have no appreciation of primitive art.

maybe becoming a looker or a seer.

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

I thought it was going to make it all better.

I'm Buffy. freak of nature. Right?

What do we do if they get in?

You're powerful in local circles.

You and I are going to have a talk.

You just dumped this thing on me

Willow. Please.

and I can forgive that.

They are. They're waiting for you.

This whole Rambo thing is so over.

Time out. Xander.

Pat wishes us quality time.

Hey! I need to talk to a Buddy.

I really freaked out.

As for private schools.

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

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

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

for a smelly cheese night.

How about you by the dip?

It's not like anyone will mind.