Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ooh, up for another round on the balcony, then?
- I'm glad for all of you then. - I mean, it's just so cool.
If I'd known you were coming, I'd have baked a cake.
There's only three things kids understand: the boot, the bat, and the bastinada.
Same phylum. It's not cheating. I just embellished.
Xander.
Even with this town's reputation for, you know, unexplained weirdness.
New clothing. Better hair. Not so much with the crazy. I like it.
It's what you wanted, right?
Willow, we could spend another two years here training and practising
- What do you want? - To help you.
Guys, can we focus here for a second?
- I saved your life. We can discuss this later. - Sure.
that the friends you left behind you are still your friends.
You need to ease up with the whole dating demons thing.
There's more like her, Dawn.
Something's rising. Something older than the Old Ones, and everybody's tail is twitching.
I'll be quick. We need to talk. You want to do that here, or privately?
- I was partly hoping you were a mirage. - Sorry to disappoint.
What did you do?
- What are you doing? - What?
I know this is bad, but it could be worse.
- No more mind games, Spike. - No more mind games.
Am I flesh? Am I flesh to you?
you'd be wrong.
So, shouldn't we be listening?
Lucky girl. Call it quits. There's an option. If only it were so easy.
Well, yes. Where have you been all night?
You were saying?
Hey, I guess this would be first contact since, you know when.
Joke's on me. Lots of laughs.
Only my psycho ex-boyfriend that I've been trying to get rid of for the past few weeks.
They put the spark in me and now all it does...
Make sure it's all... school-like.
I need someone who understands these students.
The spark.
Ball's in your court, Slayer.
And it's killing me.
I have.
Wooden rod used to slap the soles of the feet in Turkish prisons, and is a great billy club.
I wish we could just go back to the way things were before.
It's possible, but...
I get it.
- There was a girl. - That would be me.