Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- My spider sense is tingling. - Your... spider sense?

And in every computer connected to it by a modem.

You're having an expression.

I mean, he is off-the-chart smart.

Took me out of the book that held me.

The scanner read the book.

The Corrupter? Oh, boy.

- Willow? - Not at home. Looks like she was taken away.

Malcolm said you wouldn't understand.

Looked functional to me. I don't have a clue what they were doing.

- Buffy? - Yeah.

Not like me to have a boyfriend?

What should I write back?

I feel like you know me better than anyone.

But if I was, it'd be saying: this just isn't like you.

A spokesman blamed computer error for the financial discrepancy.

Yeah, Willow. Fun?

She is the Slayer.

Yes. It was ajoke I made up.

If it were a nice ogre or some such, I'd be more in my element.

- We'll be going now. - We'll continue this conversation later.

Maybe I'm not his ideal either.

OK, any thoughts?

Can't get out of here fast enough, can you?

Malcolm was right.

Whoa. You're a little late, girl.