Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- These girls... - Vampires. Killers.

I don't know, Buffy. I think I'd look like I had a cat on my head.

You can't go up there.

Have a nice day. Don't get killed.

that I kept going back,

We're still going to have to watch her carefully,

- Not about the naked part... - Get out or I will drop you out headfirst.

Midnight, tomorrow. The decision's yours.

- Don't worry, you'll find 'em. - Yeah. You'll get them next time, champ.

Aw, holding them tight as they fall asleep. Painting their little toenails.

You are unbelievable.

So this is my fault? "Hey, gee, Buffy's so mysterious, I think I'll go out and almost die."

Was that the Slayer? What the hell are you doin' bringin' the Slayer here?

I wanted to get it, Buffy. I wanted to get you.

- She in there? - She's training.

Please. Stop, I beg of you.

I don't know... I wanted to know what you felt.

- It doesn't mean anything. - You think?

Look who has Anya following him around like a lovesick puppy.

And if it's so deficient that you need to get your kicks elsewhere,

I'm only sleeping over here so Buffy and Riley can boink.