Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Callie Megan Anderson.
- What's like a relationship? - Nothing I have.
I hate these guys. Whatever they want just falls into their laps.
Good. So, um, you're on patrol.
- Why not? - Because Buffy... and her mother...
We have no power,...
Richard explained it to me, but I was so busy "really listening" that I didn't hear much.
- I'll just... - I understand.
And you laugh at everything he says.
How about none?
Think of the poor people I could help with all my money.
And bless us with your power,...
Stay calm. We'll get out of this.
..no place in the world,...
- I mean, how many guys can... - Angel, Angel, Angel.
OK, that is the guy you wanna party with.
Have you heard from Angel?
..so you don't have to dance with me.
- Come on. - You know what. Where are they?
- Hey. - Hey!
Because you're seeing someone.
Is she dying?
- I'm calling Buffy. - No!
..call upon you in this holy hour.
Oh, "and suicides in the boardroom."
Come on. Shake it! Don't break it! Wrap it up and I'll take it!
Your duty to help me achieve permanent prosperity, OK?
I saw them wearing robes. They went down to the basement. I was gonna sneak in.
Well, you see why I have to go?
Aren't you supposed to be doing your homework in the library?
To maturity.
It's complicated.
Because of that thing he did with her feet? No, that was personal.
Uh, hello? "She" is standing right here!
Which is why you should let go now.