Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- do some studying. - It's late. Won't you be up all night?

If it wasn't for this English paper, I'd be there right now.

Why couldn't Giles have shackles like any self-respecting bachelor?

- Freshman, huh? - Is it that obvious?

Not only does she take my sweater, but now she has to horn in on my dreams.

Why not? This way, you don't have to walk these spooky paths alone.

I concur that she's not herself.

Nope, not tight enough.

Not that I mind, but don't non-college guys usually populate the non-campus?

- So... - So, those are my...

What do you mean? I should leave the room?

Giles, listen. When sharpening her pencils,

There was this monster and he sat on me and did all this stuffto me.

Do you mind? People are trying to study.

Time? Really? How much time?

- Oh, my God. Are you OK? - Yeah.

Perhaps it would be more productive to examine your dreams.

Another time, for sure.

It's not a problem, is it? I figure we're like sisters now, living together and everything.

I invited the whole dorm, but she was the only one that could make it.

Which is fussy, I agree, but everybody has their idiosyncrasies.

Take a mental pic. This is the new Buffy. Kinder, gentler, roommate extraordinaire.

I mean, I get it. I have a sucky roomie, too. But you just have to deal.

I can't believe this.

Ex-boyfriend or loan shark?

It's no big. I just figured I'd hang here, you know, until

nobody deserves a mime, buffy.

What was that all about, with the cutie patootie?

Open up. Let me finish.

But you've never come on routine patrol with me before, Oz. So what's the deal?

- You run? - And jump. And bend.

You're right. She's even affecting my work now.

and glowing green eyes. And his skin had a, like, super-bad fake rub-on tan.

You know, during that really short phone call I realised you are so right.

I can already feel all that bad Kathy karma draining away.

while the victim slumbers."

So you're coming along.