Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Like a cat? - Yeah. No! It was Sid, the dummy.

We can't wait for him to come to us. We have to figure out who we're dealing with.

You did say they creep you out.

Look, sweetheart, he answered your question. Now leave him alone.

What's the square root of 841?

- No one's missing. - So the demon isn't here?

Yeah, well, neither will you.

What could a demon possibly want from me?

I'd like to see Morgan without his better half. Bet he could tell me something.

- Are you sure no one else can help you out? - My assistant got sick.

But surely I must fear my mother's bed.

There are various demons which feed off human hearts, but...

Well, he seems to be getting weaker every day.

There's something going on with you.

I don't get it. What is it? Avant garde?

- Right. - Right.

It's just such a tragedy for me.

Ha-ha. They prophesied that I should kill my father, but he is dead and hidden in the soil.

- I didn't sleep at all last night. - All right, time out.

Real antisocial types. You need to integrate into this school, people.

I knew a slayer in the thirties.

- That's the drill. - You don't turn into a prince, do you?

And we think our afternoon classes are optional?

- I don't figure you for a demon hunter. - I'm a vampire slayer.

Morgan, you're really getting good.