Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Actually, yes.
Buffy?
Get a wish from someone who doesn't freaking love him.
When we're ready.
That's enough.
Xander. Let's not waste any more breath on that wanker.
OK, wait.
Like a quilt.
Whoa. Guys? There have only been four... three. Three. Three guys.
I didn't...
And Buffy's OK too? Enjoying the refreshing sanity and so forth?
So, tell me more about wishing Xander's brains and guts would go blooey.
Wait, Xander, no.
Did I mention the "left at the altar" thing? Didn't leave that out, did I?
They've tapped into our feed.
I think I've got the Magic Box.
I can't.
To tell you the truth, all I wanted was to use him and lose him.
No, the mature solution is for you to spend your whole life telling stupid jokes,
- How ya doin'? - Fine.
Give me a for-instance.
- Anya, wait... - OK. Not crazy about that idea.
Bloody Xander, buggered up everything.
OK, how about this store?
So, this is it?
Thank you.
- Wanting his head, you know... - Yeah.
- I never use that word any more. - Coagulate?