Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, there you go. I don't have to be the Slayer. I could be dead.
I shouldn't even be bothering with this. It's all mootville for me.
Fear of frogs leads to this...
Maybe Buffy unplugged the phone.
..or two chickens, or something. You know what I'm saying!
Buffy. Thank you.
Do we have to be introspective now?
Note to self, religion freaky
I like to think of you more as my witless foil, but have it your way.
Their credo is to sow discord and kill the unwary.
- Maybe better than I know myself? - What's this about?
- Who sent who? - The Order of Taraka.
Look, Angel. I got some good pig's blood in. Good stuff...
- Then I guess you must have passed. - It's not the kind of test you pass or fail.
- Bowling is a vicious game. - That's enough, Xander!
You'd be amazed at how pompous and long-winded some of these watchers were.
They're a breed apart, Buffy.
My parents were fighting all the time and skating was an escape.
You'll make it right. I know.
We're extremely selective. In fact, only one other Sunnydale student met our criteria.
The key? You mean this book is in some kind of code?
- I'm looking for Buffy. - She went with Giles about an hour ago.
Once you're well again, we'll have a coronation down main street.
At least I'm the lameness who cares, which is more than you do.
If you'd made an effort to be more thorough...