Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Well, the next vampire I meet... - The next vampire you meet, you run away.
You know, but there were factors.
Man, I got no clue. I ran away like a girl. I don't know this place at all.
- Dawn! - She's not gonna hear you.
- You're gonna be late. - I'm comfortable with that.
You'll always be mine.
Ooh, he'd better run for cover(!)
I'm very allergic.
They're calling you Miss Soft Serve. Tell me you don't know this.
She's exactly where I want her to be.
You remember the very centre of Sunnydale's own Hellmouth?
- closer to their age who still... - I'm in.
She's a girl! Sugar and spice and everything... useless unless you're baking.
A four-year-old could figure it.
- (phone rings) - Boy! That's loud.
I think she's lost.
No matter how much we may appear to have changed.
Sure to be caned.
They're cautious. I trust you understand that.
You can't protect her. You couldn't protect me.
- It's in my instinct... - Where are you?
We're not dead. We saw creepy dead people. We're just trying to get out.
Favourite activities include not ever having to do this again, and...
Buffy... duck.
the stake is not the power, To Serve Man is a cookbook, I love you. Go away!
I managed to scare up the plan from the old high school.
But...
Power. He's got it, he's going to use it. You don't have it, so...
No.
Is there anything you don't know everything about?
We need to find some kind of a weapon. Just to hold them off.
A troublemaker. Expulsion is really the only way to go.
- Yeah, they came after me too. - What do they want?
You're gonna be OK. School's intense, but you'll do all right if you're careful.
The last two principals were eaten. Who'd even apply for that job?
Come on, you guys. Let's go find a way upstairs.