Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Touch her. You're gonna wake up on fire.

Ask me again why I could never love you.

She bounced back to a vengeance demon, I bounced back to a dateless nerd.

Halfrek's all over my case. D'Hoffryn is not pleased with my work.

The thing beneath... beneath you.

- You guys, I am working here. - We noticed.

That's not a word I would use for it.

- First time for everything. - This is all you get.

- Maybe. - Wait, I didn't wish for that. I mean...

So, this thing came up out of the ground without any warnings or signs or anything?

- Sure. If you put it that way, duh. - I'd love to offer you some guarantee

It didn't work. Costume.

And I'm thinking it's a little more complicated than just that.

Freaks! Why do I surround myself with freaks?

- Look, I can't blame you for being all skittish. - Skittish?

- You don't want to see him angry. Trust me. - Nice friends you got.

And now I know it's got teeth. And are those literal teeth?

Uh-huh. Uh-huh, I get it. Go on.

(rumbling stops)

Made me flat-out, bug-shagging crazy.

that you'd be welcomed back to Sunnydale with open arms, but I can't.

Makes a good show, but forget it, it's here, in me.

The piece that fit.

And watching your face trying to figure me out was absolutely delicious.

You're the youngest, and least stuffy member of this faculty.

- You heard about Principal Flutie, right? - Hmm?

It's where I go to get my scorn on.

I tell you what - why don't we put a pin in it?

Right. Sunnydale: come for the food, stay for the dismemberment.

It's just the thing that was missing to make my life absolutely perfect.

Just this kind of rumbling, like just before an earthquake.