Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I always knew you could do better than a B minus.

- I'm going to the car. - I can't take you with me.

Now I understand your energies were directed to the same place as ours, in fact.

So, the demon's probably a little late.

The one by the highway. The Sunnydale Motor Inn.

Our minds have to be perfectly attuned to work as a single delicate implement.

He'd be great right now. He'd find himself in a second. Nobody is cooler in a crisis.

I never would've gotten him back.

Well, that's not...

Agent Finn is in charge of this operation. I'm counting on you, Riley.

then use the magics to pluck the petals off, one at a time.

Oh, no. I mean, she's, like, 40.

Oh, hang on, I'll tell ya.

I just wish I knew what I needed.

Well, I mean, I didn't at first because Riley said not to, and...

It's not gonna have electricity anyway. It's a crypt, remember?

They must've picked this place up days ago.

Sometimes she sounds a bit like an introductory textbook herself.

- And it's got a friend. - Damn.

I like pancakes cos they're stackable.

What are you doing?

I mean, if he's not, you know, you had to do it.

About the same time you started to worship chaos.

Maybe a little.

Oh, you know demons. It's all exaggeration and blank verse.

Well, if I hadn't had to search for Ms Summers and battle that harridan...

He's just nervous.

Look, I promise it won't happen again. I will tell you everything.

Not to mention the daily slayage of...

- She's self-reliant, independent... - Exactly.

- My boyfriend. - Very nice to meet you, Mr Giles.

We have to make this fast. I have better things to do tonight than kill.

And I was her high-school librarian.

There were 911 calls from a couple of different places. Including here.