Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Gwen Post. Mr. Giles sent me.

The world's ugliest fashion accessory.

Rather just shoot.

They end up kind of dead.

And almost kissing.

of all that you hold dear

It's ok. I'll just scrunch in.

I am kind of beat...

Better take a seat. Buffy.

I mean. I've had my share of losers.

I don't need an excuse.

Can we kill her?

Your secret's safe with me.

I just wanted to wait...

Our... priority right now

Willow: Nobody's here to blame you. Buffy.

this is the finest occult reference collection...

When your last steady killed half the class.

on the entire situation here.

Uh. The probable location of the Glove of Myhnegon.

That's what I love about this town.

often lies with the slayer.

I don't. Just for the record.

- Sure. - Yeah. You got it.

Hmm. Not much to tell these days.

And soon everything has gone to hell in a handbasket.

I just have this problem with authority figures.

If you'd been human. it would have.

Yeah. Well. You can't trust people.

Shut up and help me.

but one really ought to read the nice words as well.

We're not together like that.

So... no touching.

Your boyfriend's not as cured as you thought.

Leave tons of firepower with a scary guy.

If I could walk

the exact location of the tomb would be useful.

do you know who the Spartans were?