Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

..and now the vampires have stolen something from du Lac's tomb.
It's that bloody Slayer. Whatever I do, she's muckin' up the works.
I've been indexing the Watcher diaries covering the last couple of centuries.
Please, make yourself comfortable.
- Try what? - Uh... I'm sorry.
They go together, like chicken and... another chicken,...
He was not overreacting. This ring is worn only by members of the Order of Taraka.
- We're not gonna be young for ever. - Yes, but I'll always be stupid.
- As in police? - As in polyester, doughnuts and brutality.
I have frog fear
Speaking of... I have to bail, but I'll be back bright and early tomorrow and ready to slay.
- What is it, then? - It's nothing.
However, it was written in archaic Latin so that only sect members could understand it.
I just figured it was your everyday vamp high jinks.
OK. See ya.
You think this is funny?
What can I do? Carve stakes for a nursery?
They just put up the assignments for the career fair...
Oh, here I am. Personal shopper or motivational speaker. Neato.
Three of them.
- Do I like shrubs? - That's between you and your God.
You're being remarkably immature.
I mean, I'd have gone with the Cross-o-matic or the Amazing Mr Cross.
- When I get outta here, I'll do more than that. - Then I suggest you move quickly.
We're closed! Can't you read the sign?
You're to meet with Mr McCarthy, recruiter for the world's leading software concern.
I'm afraid you are not in a position to threaten.
Xander?
I treat you vamps good. I don't hassle you. You don't hassle me.
..is linked to the one you slayed last night?
Not tiny in the small sense, of course. OK, I'm done now.
Note to self: religion - freaky.
Well, you know it's a whole week of What's My Line, only... I don't get to play.
I sense bitterness.