Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, love to chat, but I got an appointment with the warden on riot procedure. Ciao,

- Are you all right? - What are you doing here?

So, uh, I trust last night's patrol was fruitful?

- Or... is it slew? - Both are correct.

Man, that's too bad cos... I'm stayin' away from that whole scene.

- Where is she? - Who?

- I need some information. - Yeah?

Du Lac was both a theologian and a mathematician.

I'll send the boys pronto.

I'm not selling anything, so I'm not asking you to buy, just to accept a few free samples.

What about the Slayer? She almost blew the whole thing for us. She's trouble.

Giles, it's one thing to be a watcher and a librarian.

It's just this manuscript. It's supposed to hold your cure, but it reads like gibberish.

..used to house items of religious significance.

Was this part of your normal life?

Thanks for the wake-up, but I'll stick with my clock radio.

What if it wasn't? This could be very serious.

- It'll cost who? - OK, OK. He and that freaky chick of his...

- Read it again. - I'm not sure. It could be, uh...

Hey, Angel. I didn't recognise you in the dark there.

I'm sorry, kitten.

- Mark none of the above. - There are no boxes for none of the above.

- Oh dear, oh dear. - I hate when you say that.

There's a rink out past Route 17 that's closed on Tuesdays.

Oh. I forgot. You're not a people.