Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Isn't that overkill? - No.

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

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

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

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

We're runnin' out of time.

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

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

Josephus du Lac was buried here.

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

We're doing all that we can.

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

- Who are you? - Who am I?

She's the bloody thorn in my bloody side!