Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's no big. I just figured I'd hang here, you know, until
Take a mental pic. This is the new Buffy. Kinder, gentler, roommate extraordinaire.
Giles, listen. When sharpening her pencils,
I can already feel all that bad Kathy karma draining away.
What do you mean? I should leave the room?
What was that all about, with the cutie patootie?
Why couldn't Giles have shackles like any self-respecting bachelor?
Which is fussy, I agree, but everybody has their idiosyncrasies.
Open up. Let me finish.
You're right. She's even affecting my work now.
But you've never come on routine patrol with me before, Oz. So what's the deal?
nobody deserves a mime, buffy.
Time? Really? How much time?
Why not? This way, you don't have to walk these spooky paths alone.
You know, during that really short phone call I realised you are so right.
Ex-boyfriend or loan shark?
- do some studying. - It's late. Won't you be up all night?
and glowing green eyes. And his skin had a, like, super-bad fake rub-on tan.
Not only does she take my sweater, but now she has to horn in on my dreams.
Do you mind? People are trying to study.
It's not a problem, is it? I figure we're like sisters now, living together and everything.
Another time, for sure.
Nope, not tight enough.
I invited the whole dorm, but she was the only one that could make it.
Hi, everybody.
I mean, I get it. I have a sucky roomie, too. But you just have to deal.
while the victim slumbers."
Perhaps it would be more productive to examine your dreams.
There was this monster and he sat on me and did all this stuffto me.
- You run? - And jump. And bend.
- Freshman, huh? - Is it that obvious?
I can't believe this.
I concur that she's not herself.
If it wasn't for this English paper, I'd be there right now.
Hello?
- So... - So, those are my...
So you're coming along.
Stop.
- Oh, my God. Are you OK? - Yeah.
Not that I mind, but don't non-college guys usually populate the non-campus?