Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You left me, Xander, at the altar. I don't owe you anything.

Xander, no. Stop it. Stop it.

Oh, my God. Spike hates Xander.

Buffy, Xander's gone. He took your axe.

Dawn, I work very hard to keep you away from that stuff.

You think it's anywhere close to what I feel?

Just one question.

Why don't I come patrolling with you?

that isn't a cheque for the child, paper cuts.

I'll show you mine.

I never felt anything like it.

Besides, I don't think there's another store here where I can show my face.

- You weren't you. - This isn't guilt.

It must have been torture.

Yes, I am. I'm the embarrassing mom who tries too hard. When did this happen?

I love her and, God, I miss her so much.

You think I could do that?

I did everything for that man. Was it ever enough?

I think I've got something.

We should have been dead hundreds of years ago,

I know it must hurt

It was under her wig?

- What kind of syrup on your pancakes? - Syrups have kinds?

There's puppy mills, and keeping them in cages, and people poking at 'em all day.

I don't think I should.

Like Mount Everest.

That's why I'm here. I need something. A numbing spell, maybe.

You're lesbians, so the hating of men will come in handy. Let's talk about Xander.

Right then. Got something that'll dull the ache a bit?

Shut it down. Shut it all down.

I mean, sure, he don't look like much,

- How are you? - Ducky. You?

Hey, guys. What's up?

No, no, no. We totally understand.

- But can you get us a location? - Well, hey, I'm still me. Just one...

I've tried to make it clear to you, but you won't see it.

It's no wonder they couldn't deal with the likes of you and me, love.

No, no. I mean, you know, if I were, like, more self-aware.