Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Avoid the legs.
Buffy Summers, Stevenson.
All you had to do was write down your calls.
I'm so glad you're here, Will.
- Watch for signs she's going over the edge. - You're the best.
I don't know. Nothing serious, I think. Just random adorableness.
- We want to, Buff. It's just... - Don't engage.
About that. The Kathy thing?
- Lite FM. Nothing but love songs. - You think?
You bet it's not fair, having to live with someone who's obviously troubled.
- I'm just here to help. - Which I appreciate.
Yep. She made big with the questions.
Oh, dear, we have even less time than I feared.
The smell of...
What the blizzard was that all about?
Avoid the legs.
Only one species practises the ritual that Buffy's been seeing in her sleep.
Kathy.
- Well, I'm against it. - And Buffy's completely being not herself.
Right. See, the goal is to polish off as much as humanly possible in one sitting.
- I have to... - Have a good time.
- Well, here's where I get off. - Say hey to Oz for me.
But, you know, learning to live with someone can be a challenge.
"Elders ofthe lower reaches. Elders ofthe dry land. Elders ofthe river flats."
Don't forget to log those calls.
Buffy, l... See you around.
- Toenails? - Evil toenails.
- Buffy's nightmares... - ..were real.
"EVIL Toenails"
Work it right and you get three meals' worth, which equals fewer punch cards used.