Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They are? Oh, my. Oops.
I'd say you look like you're ready to get married.
Don't touch me with those nasty circus things!
Well, maybe if I ask Anya, I can still go with the traditional blood larva and burlap.
I mean, I really can't afford to be very picky.
No! No, it's not what you think.
Well, for starters, I probably wouldn't need to drink so much, would I?
This sucks.
Oh, no! No, not again! No!
- Why? What's wrong? - Nothing!
Why did this happen?
- Does this jerk ever shut up? - He's startin' to make my suckers twitch.
What?
Toast! A toast to the Harris clan.
But it could be.
You must be so happy for Xander on his very special, once-in-a-lifetime day, Mr Harris.
Nobody knows this, but the groom, he took off and no one can find him.
- I guess they're all messed up. - Yeah. Everybody's pretty lame.
- We're practically family now. - Neat. I can put this on the table for you.
Gotcha.
this doctor-minister man - no bull parts whatsoever.
- Uncle? You don't recognise me, do you? - I'm sorry, I don't...
Go where? Your place?
- Easy. Everything's gonna be all right. - Toast!
I’m sorry Or... good!
"And, if you let me, I'll take care of your heart too. "
I don't know.
I had these thoughts and fears before this.
A little.
- Hello, young man. - Oh, Xander...
Excuse me.
"Till death do us part. "
that's anachronistic and misogynistic and who do you think you are, a sea captain?"
You look lovely. Really lovely.
I think we're all set here.
and it was hurt and sadness. "
Your future. Or his nightmare vision of your future.