Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No one's gonna hurtyou.
It's just... my foot's not used to being put down.
- I'm sorry I'm late. - You're not late.
Cos that's just a natural.
Stuff like that.
- Well, it's understandable. - Yeah, sure it is.
Please getyour stuff.
Oh, but we do, Your Scrumptiousness.
Sweetheart, it is notyour fault.
Person I loved.
- You're stressed out. - I'm more than stressed out. I'm freaked out.
No. I explained there was no point.
I haven't been here in two weeks. There's an explanation for this.
Well, that's right, foreigner.
A pulseless, impure, follicly fried vampire.
Six sick sisters.
Well, maybe short poems.
You can sleep with me.
She's my everything.
Dawn.
Tell us why you're here.
- Wow! - What do we have here?
Appalling. Almost as if they no longer think money can buy happiness.
Butyou never, ever will.
Kali, Hera, Cronus, Tonic.
and then all of a sudden it was all gloom and doom and the outlawing of human triangles.
I'm gonna take care of her. Even if she never...
- And I meant Buffy. - Buffy what?
Undressing the merchandise with their eyeballs. All ogle, no cash.
- Willow, please. - Have fun at the fair.