Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I didn't do anything. - Oh, really?

love you, to cherish you, to honour you, but not to obey you, of course -

Listen. I don't have long here. The spell that brought me back, it won't last.

You've had too much wine.

It's OK. It's all over now. He's dead, and it was just smoke and mirrors.

I'm sure you come from a long, proud line of geeks.

Some hussy I'd been taking around summons you.

- Who are you? - Remember Chicago?

Clowning, as an occupation,

It's nice to watch you be happy.

No, that's not it either.

- I thought they were happy. - They were. I know they were.

Hymen, the god of matrimony. His salutations upon you.

Well, I guess if I'm a little plump it doesn't matter cos I won't really be...

You're one of hers, right?

Oh, my God, last night, the rehearsal dinner.

Knock yourself out there, Kevin.

Is she OK? What did I do?

That makes me happy for me. You and Anya give me hope.

"And then, suddenly, there was you,

Gotta go. Enjoy the wedding.

OK. Blah, blah, blah, misogynistic.

So, circus folk. What's that like?

For them, even.

- Did you see how much they drank? - Kinda. Mr Harris threw up in my purse.

Next thing I know, I look like this and I'm being tortured in another dimension.

- You OK? - Yeah.

- Do you know how much I love you? - About half as much as I love you.

What was it? Was it about me? Cos he wanted you to hate me, Xander.

That's why I told that guy no drinks before the ceremony.