Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- We're having this thing at school... - Career week?

- Who are you? - Who am I?

- And you wanted to be like her. - I wanted to be her.

Point taken. I must admit I've never really...

I never get to shop, and my hair and fingernails continue to grow.

Josephus du Lac was buried here.

She's the bloody thorn in my bloody side!

We're runnin' out of time.

We're doing all that we can.

What you have... is more than a gig. It's a sacred duty.

- Isn't that overkill? - No.

You don't have a nothing face. You have a something face.

- What did you put? - I came down on the side of shrubs.

What, uh... What can I do for you tonight?

This guy was hard-core, Giles. And Angel was power-freaked by that ring.

- Yep! High-risk. Sub-minimum wage. - Pointy wooden things?

- For what it's worth... - It's worth nothing, Harris.

You can kill as many of them as you like. It'll make no difference.

Are you saying I can't handle this? That I can't fight these people?

I need to bring in the big guns. They'll take care of her once and for all.