Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I guess I was wrong. I coulda sworn...
It doesn't get more romantic than this,... so shut up!
Er, any sign of the werewolf?
I'd still. I'd very still.
Got, as in...?
I don't know.
- I hope you can live with that. - I live with that every day.
He needs to get a pet.
- Buffy... - Where are we going?
What else should we assume?
The way werewolves always do.
What? No, no reason. Um...
- Yeah, him and Xander, guys, - Who do they think they are?
I'm tryin' not to think about it. It's...
I'd really love to stay and chat, but I'm on a tight schedule.
I mean, three days out of the month, I'm not much fun to be around, either.
It's obvious who I am.
I'm sniffin', I'm snarlin', I'm a slobbering predator, I'm...
I assure you, she's quite capable.
You know, Harris, that nosey little nose of yours is gonna get you into trouble someday.
We came to do things I can't tell my father about, because he thinks I'm a good girl.
Oh, wow.
Buffy, we're gonna get this thing. We have another whole night.
The name's Kane. I'm the one with the gun, which means I get to do the interviewing.
Don't worry. I wouldn't do that to you.
None of them know a thing. They all get an F in Willow.
Wow, those two gals are hanging out a lot together. This'd be a good time to panic.
Dammit!
- Three. - I'll keep looking!
I wrote it down, but it didn't make any sense when I read it back.
- Are you OK? - What?
It probably woulda slipped out, even if I wasn't here.
Oz?
- What the hell...? - Giles! Giles!
With Xander, it's always "Buffy did this, Willow said that."
- In other words, your typical male. - On behalf of my gender - hey!